trying to hold it together
but i'm ultimately falling apart
how do you hold back your tears?
when something is breaking your heart?

In the dark I'm the light,
look to me and feel heavens might,
do not gaze away,
It will leave your life gray.

Come see how strong I've become,
my eyes will leave you numb,
don't be shy come on over,
you have the honor to be my lover.

This is not simple pride,
you will become my bride,
just remember to always catch my eye,
or I might just say bye.

marvel in my glory,
you will love my story,
for it is all about me,
a man who never flees.

I will hold you as my trophy,
because I am holy,
some may suggest this is insanity,
though you know my sin best is known as Vanity.

I used to believe in destiny
I used to believe in fate
I thought I'd end up at just the right place
And everything would just be great

I used to believe in honesty
In speaking up for what you believe
I thought people would value the truth
I didn't think that they would leave

I used to believe in people
That deep down everyone is good
That's why violence, cruelty, and abuse
Were things that I never understood.

If there is good in everyone
Do people just choose the bad?
Do they decide that life is more fun
When your goal is to make others sad?

If being honest is always best
Then why does it create drama?
Arguments, attacks, and insults...
Why not save ourselves the trauma?

If there is really some higher plan
Why do so many people end up falling flat
People are bullied, abused, homeless
Tell me, what kind of master plan is that?

I used to believe in destiny
Maybe I was just naive
I used to believe in the good
Now I don't know what I believe.

I love the way he looks at me
every time his heart feels
the night's embrace.
And my body desires to dance for him
until morning falls
upon his face

I watch him drink each hour
from a cup of moonlight ecstasy.
While my hands touch his skin
as a breeze...........
that whispers me.

The morning finds me holding on
to a cup
of memories.
My heart drinks them in
as Dawn.....
kisses me.

Copyright @2014  - Neva Flores Smith