I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

I believe that life is written out for you, it maps out your life to make you happy, but what I’ve been living for the past four years is my unwritten life...

In this delicate and unpredictable life, the future is unwritten. Do not take someone for granted today, for once tomorrow dawns upon the indigo night the only remaining trace will be tracks in the sand...

This is just your unwritten life. You didn’t expect it, it just happened.

Eye reads what is unwritten.

Reflections...passages in time..sometimes, the only things that make sense..the only peace I find..is found somewhere, unwritten..in between the lines.