What i meant to do.....

I can taste the sea,

as i walk down a path 

full of memories

that reminds me who i was,

I can feel the wind,

as i sit still with my 

eyes close trying to find the medium,

recollecting myself 

from falling pieces

that can't seem to stick together,

Perhaps i have been

in that track that skip,

over and over and don't seem

to move on the next song,

and so it has been worn out,

and my story is tore up,

Common sense,

the blinded man stresses,

as is a vibe that you feel in your spine,

causing chills for that winter storm

that make those thoughts freeze,

In age, I've aged,

saddest stories so wise i became,

true love was not written on books

when i went to school,

bitter taste memories

that made my skin tough,

as my life has slued,
in many ways,
in many perspectives,
heart felt transition,
that has spell love sake
petition,

Every day is a struggle,
complicating every day decisions,
that constantly remind me,
that life is too short to dwell,
to stop, to persist of nothing
more then revenge,

i was born to love,
curse with a beauty,
blessed with a heart,
and so let the journey begin,
for what i meant to do....