I know it's not easy
to love a man like me
I don't blame you for leaving
I'm just drinking to the way things used to be

I know I told you I'd be different
I know I told you that I'd change
If I'd just poured out the bottle
You'd still be with me today

So I gathered up my things
and I tried to move along
I wished I hadn't done
all those things that I done wrong

I should be wishing you were here
I should be writing you a song
But instead I'm sitting here all alone
Just wishing that my whiskey wasn't gone.

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Maybe she and I,
We're not so alike,
When I saw the ground,
She saw the sky.
When I was happy
She wanted to cry.
Maybe we weren't meant to find each other
Or we weren't meant to be lovers.
The world is full of maybes,
But there's one thing that I can't deny,
even though we weren't alike,
I just wish she was by my side.
Maybe insanity, is trying to forget
someone you wish to never forget.

You stand at the top of the stair
Being pulled in directions, both
Your voice speaks
But I Hear your eyes
The beating of your soul
Lost some where
Between wanting to rip
The flesh from my bones
And laying me down in
Surrender to human desire.
My skin crawls with sweat
That has not broken the surface tension
We flow
Like bodies of water
Mountains between us
I trembled at your touch
And you relieved
Every pain
I brought you
The smile
Again
You came to save us both
But only
Reminded us what was evermore; unforgiven
But we make chit chat
About what is expected
Our guilt and lust battle
In subconscious oblivion
Though dense enough for the
Angels to walk upon
You
Trying to run
And trying to stay
I don’t plead nor
Will I beg
Yet in the hearts abyss
You have left me to bleed
I didn’t ask about your dreams
The nightmares of me.
Us.
You walk in mine
You stalk my heart
when I start to feel free
Im sure
Its mutual.
You came at my call  
and stood here
In the darkest hall
You haven’t been here for a while
My heart rejoiced
To hear
You know
Its not the time
And won’t be
Till
The blood clots
And this numbness
Has taken over me
We.
And there you stand readied to leave
Hand twisting anxiously
In dark hair
Smile going on
For a century
How does the moon
Implore, her love
The glorious sun
To stay
In eclipse
When she knows
The entire world would suffer
I turn as you leave
We make light hearted joke
To hide the fight
Deep in our minds
As we break free
To wander alone through this
Galaxy.

Can we live in a forest ?

Go to a place where the
paths don't change.

Kiss under the shade of
trees and make out in
piles of leaves.

Can we sleep on gentle
earth's damp grounds ?

Drink our juice out of fresh
fruits.

And build a home from roots
and tree branches.

I got a lot planned for me
and you.

And I love you. It's true
I do.

You can adjust wild flowers
in my beard.

And i'll put dandelions and
weeds in your hair.

They'll look prettier than
clamshells i swear.

You can brush my hair with
your little hands.

And we'll make clothes out
of leaves and plants.

Give it a thought my dear.

And tell me if we can live
in a forest or a place that's
at least a little near* ~