4 Y 2 whom

4 y 2 whom
and so it is,
wonders,
noone
ever
lives
and dies
revealing what it is concealing
sad but oh so true
faith
minds
hearts
never knowing
done is done.
unnoticed as signifigant
the other cries
and those that somewhere do exist
noone caring who
are the same and the one
fools believe
the caring that gives
is genuine who tries
and tenderhearted
believe foolish lies
and in the center
of those and them
that will never live in the hearts of men
another is shame that grieves,
souls apart from the none that decieve
when mished and mashed
become stuffed and stashed
and thats the salt ya should have dashed...
unknown
not necessarily
kewl enough to be a mystery
what makes it such is the self to be
and zero adds 0 is zero to me.
under looked and over stood
the silent the spoken
the hoped for
would
and in a miracle of a lifetyme
an unknown for a minute is understood

dezigned of grace
unremarked on
pretty face
invisible almost
like nothing
anonymous existence
nothing remains nothing
until disappearing without a trace
and barely recognize the unknown
which you just cant seem to place...