How many poems can I write
How many poems can I write
About the girl I want to call mine
Maybe one more time
I can write
Until she finds me
She will one day see
All these poems that I write
All these poems that  I write
Were all for her
Just please girl don't ask for anymore

☁️

Drunk drunk drunk
Drunk I am
All because of a punk
He said he'd stay
And wouldn't break his word
But here I've been
All on my own
Remembering the days we shared
Questioning why he left me all alone
So I've turn my world
All around once again
Sobriety went down the drain
Once he walked away
Nighrt awake
Paranoia knocking on the door
Drunken days
Proving my life is just a waste
Cause when he walked away
I lost myself
All over again
And what shame
It is to say
My sobriety has gone to waste

Inside my mind I wander
In my own world I am lost
The strange things I have pondered
Cover the ground like frost
An ocean made of fire
A forest made of steel
The insanity inspires
These things that can't be real
But in my mind I see them
I touch them when I dream
From my imagination they stem
Where nothing is as it seems
The monster in the shadow
Is a guardian for light
The fuzzy creature in the meadow
A servant of dark fright
The twistedness of my mind
Astounds even my self
Where all things are undefined
Even the role I play myself
The shadows in the darkness
The screams within my soul
This world is sometimes heartless
Sometimes rages out of control

At 5:00 am
We  take on the identities
Hidden beneath the car seats
All nauseous guilt
And sunrise afterthoughts
Your fingers shake while the
Fire takes its place in the sky
And you've been up all night
Deciding which way he'll break your heart this time
But it's not a certain someone's fault
How we belong to no one
The same way no one belongs to us
And everything built on or around an amen or hallelujah

Delusions set in with the dawn
Like am I sleeping or dead
And I make big plans to string lights
On the porch
Like one glimpse at Christmas and my mouth goes magnetic

Touch my heart
with your starry sky
and wrap me
in your velvet black
the cries of the wicked
singing at our feet
hoping for scraps
from the holy table
beat them down
with your
righteous hand
and hold fast
to the original beliefs
dip me in your
cosmic fluid
letting it
refresh my soul
as you sit perched
to strike
any who defy you
and blame it on
a simple brain overload