The Power Of Being

We make love to each other

for each other, with each other,

we expand

we contract

we explode

I leave

and feel

the pain of leaving

and the pain

of your

being left

I would not leave

If I did not fear

losing you

and did not fear

having you

but i am too selfish

to let you go

so i will stay

until staying is

easier than leaving

and love

is stronger

than fear

A lie is sometimes true when someone listens
To hear the things that one needs to be said

A single word that could alter the meaning
Is added or subtracted in one’s head

“I love you” seems so true when it is spoken
Yet in the air it sometimes changes shape

Upon its changing shape its truth is broken
Once broken, truth makes loving feel like rape

A lie is sometimes the moment given
But circumstance and time may change a fact

And once a fact is changed the change is written
And what was once your life is now an act

Can dead be really dead if one has risen
Can rising make the death become a lie

Is something never taken never given?
And is the truth erased by a ‘good-bye’?

A lie is sometimes true when someone listens,
To hear the words that will erase the pain

You taught me to love

without fear

you taught me to give

without loss

you taught me to grow

without limit

you taught me to fly

without wings

most of all

you taught me to let go

when need

was the only reason

to hold on