You could write a mosaic with your words, if you had the time to think.

But when it counts, we’re face to face, and into silence you just sink.

 

I  try to stop and listen to the songs you’ve left unsung,

And all the lyrics that you guard behind your silver tongue.

 

I try to find the hidden message, in the words you cry at night,

And I wish that you would open up, and let the world see your light.

 

People told you to stop talking, that you shouldn't make a sound,

Then they ask you why you’re silent, as you crumble to the ground.

 

I wish you wouldn’t listen, let them know that they are wrong,

That you are more than ink-stained words, and have been silent for too long.

 

You’ve let  them beat you down, until you’re muted colors they pass by,

Let them convince you that dreams only exist with the stars in  the sky.

 

I don’t know how you’ve been beaten, with a fire for a soul,

But I can tell from stained glass eyes that you’re just no longer whole.

 

I don’t know how to help you, or how to make this end,

But I do know I’d do anything, just to see you smile again.

 

You held the universe on your shoulders, and the ocean in your eyes,

And when you spoke, the wind would lift your words into the skies.

 

The whole  world would sit and listen, to the tales inside your mind,

And if there’s adventure in this life, it was something only you could find.

 

Sometimes I sit outside at night, and gaze up at the stars,

and it makes me stop and wonder, “When did the world stopped being ours?”

 

When did you decide that you couldn’t face the night?

When did you throw away the words you’d woven out of starlight?

 

Why did you cover up your scars from the demons you had slain?

Why did you forsake your crown and give in to the pain?

 

You must have met a monster that you felt you couldn't beat,

and let them bind you into chains, and lead you to defeat.

 

I wish that I had been there, to save you from yourself,

For now your silver stories are simple memories on a shelf.

 

You once controlled a kingdom, won battles with your words,

But now you've joined society, and given up your swords.

 

I wish that I  had been there, when they ripped away your soul,

Because without my other half, I’ll never be quite whole.

 

I wish that I could save you, and make your sadness disappear,

But when I  try, you turn away, too far gone to hear.

 

You’ve entered in the current that society has laid,

And I am forced to wait, and watch, as all your colors fade.

 

If only I  could reach you, and help you to restart,

I promise I  would save you, and heal your broken heart.

 

You showed me the universe, and beyond this world’s realm,

With you I  sailed my stormy seas, as captain at the helm.

 

I thought you’d shown me all you could, but now I'm proven wrong,

Your smile always seems so new, and has been absent  for far too long.

 

And though I  wish that you could just wake up and see,

In my heart I  think I know, you deserve more than a shattered friend like me.

 

But now I  start to realize, although I’m broken beyond repair,

Maybe I can fix myself, and try  once more to care.

 

Although your words were lifeboats, and I tried to pin them down,

Now’s the time I must learn to swim, or face my fate and drown.

 

So now I've learned to move along, though you left without goodbye,

And I have learned to fill the holes of where you used to lie.

 

Although you’re tales have all been lost, and words worn down with age,

Your scribbled signature still remains upon my cover page.

 

And when you sit and spin your stories, it’s as if you’ve beaten death,

That in the rhythm of your words, you’ve taken one more breath.

 

I want you to remember, in a world prone to forget,

That you are the most inspiring person that I think I’ve ever met.