This is a poem
About...
Nothing special honestly
I just wanna write
Or in this case type
Just letting my fingers move
All along my keyboard
Creating these lines
Mostly just letting them go
Do their thing before
Well before I have time
To change and alter them
I don't know
I guess this is a cool enough poem

the tears are deep,
deeper than my skin.
they come up from the deep,
fears and lost dreams from within.
the tears that come
from all the lives not taken,
the tears are cries
from all the paths mistaken.
the tears were all
the dreams I've shaken
and nothing comes from
but only depression was awakened.
but then the tears were a release
from all the sorrows brazen.

The scent of the garden,
Left its traces on my hands,
As I danced around pulling weeds
and disposing of them in bands.

he was looking at them
searching for answers
but all he could see
was their vacancy;
their eyes hollow and shallow,
he ceased.
his dreams evaporated,
and his spirit deceased.

Love is selfish
Love is greedy
Love is conceited

Think about it.

We love to feel good
We love to feel wanted
We love to feel
We feel

I feel

Love makes you feel
Love is a feeling to be chased
Craved
Earned

Love is not selfless
Love is not boundless
Love is not for you or him or her or them

It is for the "I".
Love loves to feel loved.

I opened my eyes
Last evening
I looked over
At the full moon
It was shining
With shimmer
Like a signal
To the universe
In the air
It felt comfort
Knowing someone
Above is looking
Down at me
To give me strength

I'm afraid of failure
Of becoming a burden
But above all, I'm afraid
Of hurting the ones I love
And ending up alone...

Yet I'm here, I've shown
In the face of my demons
And screamed at them
That they'll never take
The very best of me

So I may not be fearless
I'm quite fine with that
For I'm brave