Not your poetry but mine

I will choke the life out of you and forget every thought that grew for the pain that was inflicted for the pain you caused the time that was twisted intertwined with the dark made itself a part of your inner scar I will bring the tide to wash you away never remember again never feel the sting of your hate again let it fall off the side to corrode and die watch me as I say good bye never minding those unkind words it is me not you it is me my time to forget you my time to leave you to the dark to leave you to the past.

Dear friend where have you been? remember when the stroke of the pen fiercely kissed the lines printed on your face? oh the taste, oh the taste! how freely did the mind suggest of questions and rhymes for the lyric, of secrets and places no one's ever been, when time was a willing spirit, but now runs away to hide, when thoughts were rapid like the rush of a waterfall,  where did you go? I am still waiting in this cold dark room, for you to give me another glimpse, of what we used to be,do you remember me? Dear friend, dear memory, its been far too long, and the rhyme has grown stale without you there, let me see your eyes again and breathe you in again, let me become you again...to walk there with you again, Dear friend, dear.....creativity.

Be and dream, so far from you, the light that shines inside is clear and bright, my dear, my love, a friend who understands, you are...because to be and dream is you, to be and dream is what makes delight bloom, like flowers and the new leaves, walk away with me, I can see you the way you see me.