The Unwritten Rule

Forget the dreams, for life has other plans,

It bends for no one and ignores the heart;

We slip like water through the world's cold hands,

And play our fleeting, transitory part.

Each soul is just a teacher passing through,

A fragile mortal tied to time and breath,

To learn the lessons that are handed due,

Before we cross the silent halls of death.

The proof is right before your weary eyes:

The world moves forward, careless of our pain.

So dry the tears, dismiss the quiet sighs,

And let the river take its course again.

The Pure Intent

 

Not born of flesh, nor tainted by desire,

It was a love as quiet as the dawn;

A gentle spark, a pure and sacred fire,

That warmed my spirit as the years went on.

I am no monster, though my heart is torn,

Just terrified to find my feeling wrong;

In silent prayer, with soul and spirit worn,

I plead to God where honest grief belongs:

Please, hear my truth—my heart is undefiled.

I only loved as rivers meet the sea,

As pure and simple as a frightened child,

Who only hoped that love could set them free.

The Priceless Mistake

 

They call it wrong, a million errors made,

To love a soul who never could be mine;

Yet in my heart, that choice will never fade

To me, it feels immortal and divine.

I lived a lifetime in a single glance,

And felt myself a piece of who you are;

We never stood a tethered, waking chance,

Yet you became my close and guiding star.

I'm glad I fell, and glad I called it love,

Though confessing it destroyed the quiet space;

Had I kept silent, safe from storm above,

I still would catch your everyday embrace

A secret gleam of light to watch afar,

A quiet joy, unburdened and untold,

To keep you as my own unspoken star,

And warm my hands against the wintry cold.

Sweet Memories

Oh sweet, sweet memories that softly rise,

The gentle smile you bring when you are near;

My heart o'erflows beneath familiar skies,

With love I cannot hide, nor make less clear.

I was—and perhaps still am—caught in your grace,

Wishing our story held a brighter hue,

That I had held it in a tight embrace,

And thanked the heavens zillion times for you.

Perhaps I never earned a joy so deep,

And that is why these echoes must suffice;

Through every shadow that my steps must keep,

My bad luck follows like a cold advice.

Yet it is fine; I count myself profound

To have beheld such light before the end,

To cherish every fleeting, holy ground,

Before my closing eyes the shadows blend.

A ghost in silence

It's true, I miss you every day,

It's true, I wish you were here every day.

Yet I don't want you to remember me,
Not even for a fleeting second to be.

I want to remain unseen and unknown,
A quiet shadow, wandering alone;
Close enough to feel your presence near,
Yet far enough that you'll never hear.

A ghost with no footsteps, no name to call,
Just passing silently beyond it all.
No disturbance, no claim, no sign—
Only a quiet feeling that remains mine.

A Fleeting Heaven

The sweet and sudden joy your presence brought

Lifted my spirit high above the ground;

For one brief moment, lost in happy thought,

I floated where true heaven can be found.

I wished the ticking clock would stop its pace,

And freeze the second right before it fled,

To hold the magic of that sacred place

Before the fleeting light of morning spread.

The Boomerang

 

They say we come with nothing, leave the same,

Yet my truth is a different kind of stone:

You came into my life to play the game,

And I am left to walk through it alone.

The deeds I did come spinning back around,

A boomerang of consequences cast.

No peace or logic in this world is found;

I cannot understand this crowd at last.