#prosnotcons

Let my death define me, Let my passing define the moments of futile existence, Existence I want not to ponder over, Existence I wished not to share with any. In the open fields of my life I fell in love, In the indoors of my life I contemplated life, In the sanctuary of my life I thought of better times, In the stupor of my life I thought of nothing but loving you, Within the thoughtful moments of my life I thought, Thought of nothing but you, Alas Within my life I found not love to grant me fortitude, I found not a heart to relive me of my solitude, I found not a soul to grant me emotional existence, I found nothing I wished to hold dear, Within the warmth of you arms I exhausted myself to sleep. I have no a wish or will, I have but a dream, I dream to be not what you see me as, I dream to be what you thought I could never be, I dream to fight for what I once thought I could be. Judge me not for the words I write, Judge me for the words I once sought, Judge me not for the words I never had for you, Judge me for the thoughts I had for you, Judge me not for what I have become, Judge me for what I was deep within.