He writes down in a book to look at
The word is so absurd to express
The pain within the pen shares memories
Of the bitter life that surrounds him.
The boy protector soul selector,
So very able to enable,
A glow to know they stripped his heart to see,
All which could be won and lost from him.
Careless in it's way of choosing,
Feeling healing prime for losing,
God only know what thoughts he's taking,
Rearranging, changing, making...
Expectation have I none, just an optimistic heart,
All I have is my want of love, but love is forsaking.
The years of tears reveal a
Who showed the world he was a
Who graced a face that rose up from the deep
And shallow grave that possessed him.
From sublime to modern time with
Who proved his worth from birth with
Of consequence which made no sense to see
Why true love couldn't find him.
Serving, deserving love's position,
Cruel with lack of recognition,
Those will awake to see elation,
An aura glow of inspiration.
Potential people see in me, but for me that's not enough,
All I need is the want of want, and love is not wanting...