What’s in front of you

I am your wall

A slam of that door

There is your love there but it is just the dust off that shelf case like a strangers look of a hand shake

There’s no “love you, hope your day goes well” Nor cuddling of a goodnight of warmth before my eyes follow that moons darkness of dreams isn’t of nightmares

Happiness is more with your friends then me

Even sometimes a day goes by of no words or a call

Even stories of nothing happened but someone tells you instead

Is there to much to ask from each other?

Am sorry am a person that has a hard time remember things

Am sorry I have trouble understanding the Conversation that has been talked about

Am sorry am loud and my silliness is annoying

Am sorry I look beyond life of no planning!

Then why is the word called surprised even if it don’t work

Cant we all still see it in each other’s eyes

Its the thought that counts right!

Is it bad to ask for memories of a photo to frame

Instead of a blank Canvas of hoping

Please, don’t fake a smile with me

If so, then why do you love me!

Isn’t true love hard to find

Even after all these years shouldn’t there always be happiness in good and bad

I am your friend too so give me laughter of happiness

I am your shoulder to cry on that rainy day

You want a family but how can I

When you are lost in your own world

You need to find your happiness even with me again

Not words of one, two silence!

Not Even a touch of a silk blanket you thought brushed your naked skin

But...even if you read which is doubtful

This wouldn’t matter

Even if I told you these feelings

I’d get some bull-shit answers of am stupid or am crazy

That’s why am your wall

Not a Friend, someone special even Wife

I’ll still be ok

I’ll Find happiness someway

Even if you shut me out of finding your happiness