If no one ever sees this my words wont dissipate, nor will they disperse. They will remain the unguided thoughts of a 20 year old boy whos flauntless words will remain in exile of anothers eyes. They will remain for the sole purpose to feed the authors ambitions of a greater future from which a gloomy past has held.

For

For love to be but a sound

Is simply a lack of living

For love to be a lost art

Is simply a painter with no inspiration

For love to fall short of its reach

Is simply a hand that wont hold

For love to never be seen

Is simply a heart with no meaning

For love to be forgotten

Is simply the passing of time

But for love to be rekindled

Is simply the reason for living