Who lurks in dark?
Those corners of life,
Where nothing shines through.
Somebody waiting,
For a door to open,
For a sliver of light to peek through.
Enough for them to spread their wings,
Knowing somebody will see.

Sometimes when comes sunrise,
I ache like I died.

Something like being stabbed in the heart,
14,967 times with a real dull knife,
Maybe that's what they mean,
When they say love is full of strife.

I need her more than life,
Somedays I let myself die.

The struggle of being too human,
Caring for someone else too much,
But not feeling that it's too much.
Even though they say,
You should play Google snake,
Instead of walking me places.

Who’s gonna listen to my stories
when im out of poise
to put them into words


to you, my impeccable man.