ForeverMana

maybe one day we will cross paths again, maybe we won't. maybe on that day, you'll look to the ground and pretend I wasn't there. maybe you'll just stare. maybe i'll be the one, to pretend not to see, eyes fixated onto the nothing ahead. maybe i'll do just the same. i wonder of the words that could be said, if any at all. i wonder of the truths or lies. i wonder if it's the same ole line,       'how've you been?' i never thought that this mind would be so distraught. wondering and pondering, second thinking; better not. laughs and smiles, some say they're all the same. the heart knows better, the others are so mundane. if you could only s

I may not be the best artist in the world, no. I would not say I was the Picasso of guitar. I do not have all the fancy diamonds and jewels a woman "must have". I fancy myself a rare diamond in the rough. Time, patience, pressure. The hardships of love bound to create something beautiful. No, I would not say I was the Picasso of guitar. But I would say I was the Albert Einstein to my lover's heart.

In her eyes I am the world. I am the King, over all thrones. The water that runs, for the essence of life. The very air she breathes. In her eyes I am the ever flowing wind. The morning dew, upon blades of grass. I am what is, The future of what was. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Within her eyes I am but a feeble peasant. Weak, eager, & poor; The King of dirt thrones. Trying so desperately, to give a world of nothing. Within her eyes I am but the matter, beneath that of dirt. Waiting impatiently, for the morning dew. Needing so urgently for what was, To see the future of what is. ---------------------