Another message from my heart scrawled on 20 bond and stained by hopeful tears is tucked away in a secret drawer. It has become the graveyard for the feelings I can't bring myself to share openly with you. I often think it is because you are too perfect from a distance. However, love unrequited is so very sweet for a time, but that same sweet love can sour with the wanting and never having. I have poured out my heart time and time again only to surrender the fruit of my efforts to an old desk drawer that pleads no more.#draftFull.

You spoke with unpleasant words followed by more connecting words to form sentences of cold harsh criticisms. Yours is the mouth that spewed these poisonous syllables to the full. You brandished harsh descriptive passages like a sword cutting all the more with each emptying of your very vocal verbalizing of your sentiments.

Pounding hot metal

moved from forge to water

then back till molded.

I would seek to change

things for good by just one thing

I would stress join me.

Elements  of fire

earth, water and wind blend tocreate something pure.

Rain Falling down now

sometimes heavy sometimes notwashing clean what was.