this is a poem my friend wrote, he says he's isnt finished with it yet, but i love it so far:

Her lovely morning elegance, she wears.
As she looks for him at the top of the stairs .
The glistening sound, of the flowing swears.
At the World, to his girl, to people that don't care.
To the search, at the hurt ,to the people that don't share. His pain
But in between the hate and quarrels of men
We find that its always been
We find the things that were always there
We find the things that are truly fair

Near the fireplace he sprawls across the floor
Waiting for a sudtle knock, at his door
It never comes what has he become a sad excuse for love
Alone in his shell he says aloud
He’s just a face in the crowd
But that girl, was the entire world, to him

Her lovely morning elegance she wears
As she looks for him at the top of the stairs
She walks away he looks away
theres so much left for him to say
Now she’s just a Polaroid on my wall
Always begging me to call

She sits alone in the shade on a grassy plane
Humming a simple tune just to keep her sane
Since yesterday shes been in a daze
But falling is just a temporary state of mind
if we just look around we find
That between the confessions and blinded sins
We find whats always been
We find the things that were always there
We find that things are truly fair

-NOEL K