Poetry for The Simple

So many things
To be said here
None of which
I'll really say
Happiness and
The pain it has
Random life,
Love and music
Fairytale books
Kiss and miss
Stories to tell
But none of that
Can really explain
What I feel
This moment in
The world's go
At 1:46 A.M.
All I can say is
I feel the unfelt
I experienced
What life does
Been there,
Done that, yes
You see, it grows
Changes people
Wears a path
Fights to write
Words can't say
They can't describe
Contain the
Power of
Emotional value
I feel, now
1:48 in the morning
Start a new life
Write some new
Unrealistic poems
They don't say
What you feel
Emotions
In the truest
They don't fit
In stanzas
Paragraphs,
Mouths, poems
Stories, life
They can only
Be felt in
The heart
The center of
All existence
Breathing new
Glance of bliss
Full blown pain
Hate and love
Enemies
Bringing those
Uniting the world
Now 1:51 A.M.
The days go by
My smile fades
Life kicks in
Words don't tell
You're reading
This little thing
A glimpse inside
A brief view
Of one being's
Central feelings'
The pain
The grins
The love, hate
The fun, smiles
The salty tears
It all comes
Together here
A peek of
The diary of life
Just a couple of
Simple words
To express the
Complexity
Known as life
What she wants
To say here,
It's not been said
Nor been told
Expressed or
Created, nope
Just a private
Little, smile
A new inside joke
A little thing to think
Of when you read
People putting their
Heart's in poems
Not real love
Nor real pain
To know what they
Are feeling then
You must BE them
See, she told you
It wouldn't say
Explain or express
Anything meant
Just words, put
In a meaningless
World, full of abyss
Trust, betrayals
Pour out your soul
It still is there
The same things
You felt 4 minutes
ago,
Now 1:54
Time changes,
These words
Rambling, going
Repeating
Until you grasp
They aren't saying
Anything at all
Just proving how
She was right,
She knew you couldn't
Feel her confusion
As she writes on
Minutes of hours
Nothing to say, really
These words
Compiling, opening
Into what this is
Title is something
It's not a poem
But it does explain
What she wants
To put into words
In their simplest form
None of which
I really said here
Just a glimpse
Of what I am thinking
At 1:56 A.M.
On New Year's Day