"what they want to believe, they believe but it's not the heart that speaks, neither does the soul that thinks but it is what lurks behind the eyes."

a poet journaling each day or a poet trying to keep rhymes at bay maybe both. -lowercase intended

at night you told me to look at the stars and i did. and you said count them you said that's how much you loved me. but when the sun came up and the morning entered i tried counting the stars but they weren't there. in ode to heartbreak and to all the nights where all i would do is cry. Complete!!

From that tiny brain of mine few words, I have entwined. ^_^