All these painted faces, shaded and contoured, brushed on beauty, with the skills of an artist to conceal or reveal what is or isn’t actually there. A painted face can be beautiful indeed, but a true beauty doesn’t need such a thing. I guess for me it’s always been about the natural girl, how seeing her freckles or flaws makes her more like me, closer to me, more real to me. Also in my opinion, when a natural beauty gets made up it can be breath taking as well, because there was already beauty there, there was already the self aware and self worth behind underneath there. I will always fall for the classic beauty, the simple perfections of being imperfect but with a sophistication that no beauty product could come close to convey, conceal, or in other words, I love a woman who is real.

In her scars I found my stitches. That’s the thing I suppose that became the ties that bind between her and me. I knew her past, I knew her rough patches, her dark days and disasters, yet I too had been on the same paths. Appreciating the being broken and becoming self made. Life isn’t always easy, it will leave its mark, but without it I wouldn’t have found my stitches closing her scars.

Me and this old guitar. Hey we go back real far. Maybe we should head out to a local bar and see what kind of songs can come from these emotional scars.

Her lips must have contained a potion, some kind of concoction, because in one kiss I was lost and found to be hers alone.  Captured in a rapture, spellbound and delirious, all my selfishness was destroyed in one lip on lip event.

So after all that time and attention

You are now moving on but forgot to mention

That this love affair was just a fling

Silly me to think it would end in rings

The words you left in notes and in my ears

Well they’ve decayed and became my worst fears

Sad to say after that last call we didn’t talk after that day

Yes sad to say your words decay

 

What music does for the heart she did for my soul. Love notes in melodies, composed into symphonies, into sing a long plays, never a tragedy but triumphs for all to see. Her loving me was perfect lyrically, loving her back was the death of me, I was no longer who I used to be. Her, in her ways, sang to me, captured my essence and then changed me. We are two notes who fit together musically.

It began with you

That feeling that I thought I knew

Learning that I had no clue

What love is and who we are boo

 

You were sunshine in human form

Had me over the moon

Couldn’t live without you

Now here I am in your shadow

What am I going to do

 

Living in lost love because of you

Here I am

Living in lost love because of you

Dying in lost love because of you

Here I am

Dying in lost love because of you

Living and dying in lost love

Because of you

Because of you

 

Day breaks and my dreams shatter

Self doubt all around, Questioning

To you did I even ever matter

It killed me to hear you say

You love me but will see me later

Into the night it gets worse

Memories of you won’t fade away

Damn, I hope this gets better

 

Living in lost love because of you

Here I am

Living in lost love because of you

Dying in lost love because of you

Here I am

Dying in lost love because of you

Living and dying in lost love

Because of you

Because of you

 

Because of you here I am

Because of you

Because of you here I am

I am living and dying in lost love

Because of you

Because of you

 “She was like a paper cut from my favorite book, sure it hurt like hell but holding her was what counted not the blood from my fingertip spewing like a fountain.” – Ryan L. Rinehart

“I want to be the one who makes you realize that you are whole already and that I am not the missing half of your soul. In all the spectrums of a rainbow it’s the color inside your heart that makes me glow. I am that someone who isn’t afraid of how much you can love. In fact if your love was an ocean I’d run from the shore to swim in your depths and pray for blessings to be sent from above. I love you you see, for every reason there could be in any possibility. The emotions come from something of greatness and inspirational that just wells up deep within me. To be without you would just not be completely and utterly devastating,  it would make my life an incomplete philosophy.”
“Rinehart’s Poetry” by Ryan L. Rinehart

“Oh Cupid won’t you release me, pull out this arrow that goes through me completely? I never asked for the answer to the question of love, but you had me targeted like you were sent from above. A painful mistake and now because of you, a fight inside the heartache I must now undertake. Quickly take this from my soul, give me back my sanity and self control. From the far reaches of my mind please erase the moments in time.  For the arrow only shot one and it can never be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.”
“Rinehart’s Poetry” by Ryan L. Rinehart