Beneath the Poetry

Beneath the poetry
theres an emotion
beneath the smile
theres a question
beneath the eyes
there are tears
beneath the hope
there is doubt
beneath the faith
theres rejection
beneath the clothes
skin warm and soft
beneath the ring
theres a promise
beneath the heart
there are scars
beneath useless worries and tatters
theres a life that really matters...

And beneath the surface...
theres the middle of the world
for you and I to wander
For the people to ponder
"why don't they stop?"
Love. never stops.

So beneath the words we say
there are things unspoken
and beneath every hug given
rests the words "i love you"
I said you were beautiful.
and it was the truth. the truth.

So climb the ladder
and see whats ahead
live all you can
before your dead.
Look with your heart
Not just your eyes
Remember the "hellos"
not just the "goodbyes"
not only the "how could yous"
but also the "thank yous"

But remember to ask yourself
while standing aware of time
when beneath the cloudy skies
where does the free bird fly?
for poetry isn't just a rhyme.