Collection of honesty

Can I love you? Let me, cause I already do. Just the way you look at me, The way you love my family. How you play it coy, How much joy being with you brings to my life. How bad it hurts to say every goodbye. It never gets easier, Every time we part I get crazier at the idea of us. But is it useless?

With a frown she looks at me, As if I'm a clown drowning, In lack of anticipation of hell People are capable of giving. "It's bad" she cries to me, "They often don't mean well." Coating the stew with icing, But what's brewing in that spell? It's a merciless world she insists. But my parents rarely tell me this. So I don't intuitively turn to malevolence, What goodness in that have I missed? She mocks my naivety, watching the contuse. Ready with "I told you so" to bombard me with "I know"s. See I can enter a world you've denied access to, A land where thorns on roses don't grow. You'll debate that's not reality, But in perception 'truth' doesn't exist. Reality to each is subjective. Whatever helps us subsist. In the midst of all this- fine, I'll be your clown, In my unjaded ways I persist. So no more love for you, no more hurt again, But how much goodness in that have ...

Blessed, the journey strides onwards. Yet, eminently tainted with doubt. 'Stop, you're on the wrong path.' The echoing voice shadows the easy way out. Sisyphean days, where's the pleasure? The upward hill translates to a steep climb, Roads closed off, leaving a rocky baleful walk. When it's simply a sinister game of the mind. Sometimes blessed are the blinds, Who see no fear ahead, no obstacles. Led purely by the leap of faith. Through much sweat, no suspicion and little struggle. Make it through the mental dubiety, Opaque skies and physical storms. And with this admirable strength, Watch life give in to your charm.

The three main walks of life, To be happy, live and survive. They say "chase your dreams" and then "No, don't be dreaming." Trying to inject my life with their meanings. It's impossible to truly live without confrontation, disputes and argumentation, people try to help, destroy and add confusion. There are choices to be made and it's hard to find our own, In this big big world you're insignificant, leaves us feeling so alone,  when others give you a break life'll still throw us sticks and stones. We all have to learn to defend ourselves and be strong but it's easier said than done, sometimes we'll find to be in the wrong side of the pavement. And patience will lead us to a place of greatness but we have to wait, as the roads aren't always in lines of straightness. Don't fall for every bait, don't start hating fate, Our lives are for us to dictate. Through damnation, frustration, causation, remember that we can...

Maybe on a summer day, We'll cross each other's path. Pick up the courage to give it a try, Like we both know we should. Maybe on a winter day, You'll snowboard and I'll ski. We'll do all sorts of crazy together, Start by building a house on a tree. Maybe on an autumn day, We can go pick colored leaves, If we're bored we can pack, For a short visit to Geneve. Maybe on a spring day, When the weather is kind and warmer, We can marry beside the sea, On the beach around that corner.