Well...

I thought I was up for writing tonight but I'm just not....Sorry readers...if your reading writing to me lately has become really hard for reasons I just can't fathom, though I have words in my head banging to get out when i sit down to write my mind goes so blank and i cant think of a single thing to write.

The only thing that comes to mind when I sit down and try to write something is "Why". That's it.

This is the first poem ever wrote for just me by Quiency Smith Brannan

You're beauty,
You're soul,

You’re the ideal, you’re the bold.
Together we two, hither goes the days.
Together we two, hither goes our nights.
In your voice, in your rhyme, I can feel time.
Your eager rescinding emotions make you seem kind,
I long for those times we have our fights,
I hope we shall know what the other says,

You are eternal, pragmatic, delightful.
Whirling about, a cloud ascends your heavenly being,
Fae, feeling, fun to the touch
There be none negative
There be only light:
That ember you are,
That smile that you give.
I howl to your soul, and pray for relief.
Like me, love me, but never rescind me;
Like me, love me, or know that I meet you fair.
Will you forgive the freight;
Will you reach to mine light?

This is the Poem I wrote for him there is a letter too but its to personal for an internet blog.

With this
I hope you know how much you mean to those who love you
I hope you cherish every day you wake with no pain
I hope you Love from the bottom of your soul
For every day you spend awake in my world you shine
My feelings for you are mixed in my mind but solid in my heart
You’re like a butterfly beautiful in its being short in its visit
I watch as you flit around from shoulder to shoulder never having a place to land
Or a home to be free
I watch as your life is taken for granted that forever and always you will be
With this
I hope it finds you thinking of the future
I hope you plan
I hope you find worth in just being yourself
For every day you spend awake in my world I believe in you

He loved me he just didn't trust in that love nor did he really believe in himself or trust in my belief in him.

He loved me but he never gave me the chance to love him and that makes me unbearably sad.