Here I am
In bed
Holding my kisses
For you.

There's a block of space
Where you use to be
When you made me laugh
When you made me smile
We had our secrets mile for mile
I had my misgivings and anger in a pile
With nothing but memories turn vile
I remember the warning of voices that strained
To stay away from that train
I understand now that it was a game
Meant nothing to you but I still miss you,
Guess I missed my cue
I'm the one who lost it, who blew it, there's no one to blame.
Learned from the punches now I'm never the same but this heartbreaker's cry will not be in vain.
"Don't hate the player hate the game
And maybe next time there won't be a train."

"Never forget what you are,
for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength.
Then it can never be your weakness.
Amour yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you."

Can't wait for the stream to make me feel heavy
Everything's at bay so it can come steady
I close my eyes with body sighs
I know it's time I'm ready

Sometimes I wonder if his hands are all he can see
(Through ****** and pokes he remains hidden) There's looks in the mirror
Pretend.  No that's not me
Only inside he can see, We are blinded outwardly
But somehow he's functioning better than
We ever imagined the crack to be
Maybe it's us cause we are not sick physically
It's more mentally surreality
Cause one does not chose ones journey
That is left to fate but we worry and wail, oh
How frail he is, How frail he might, but
He can move mountains no matter his plight
He can smile and live his fight
Don't wish to know his perseverance
Cause we don't have his might
Don't wish to know the hithero
To see him so pleased in an invisible light
But still there is tension, dry tears, in what he failed to mention

You are not an original poet
Those who know classic works know it
For bid or shame that you would play the game
Act like it's you, when all who know you, know it
So hide and seek your name be true
But fair thee well your story tell
That he who lies are full of them
It's the poor fool's you've fleeced who just don't know it, so
Shame Shame on You for your decent for you are no lover or a proper poet.

Deep in enemy territory
             Keep calm
                           Keep cool
  It's an undercover
A covert operation
             Get in
                           Get out
  No one will come for you
Most won't help you
             The job might end today
                           Maybe tomorrow
Call me when it's done?
             Well, that's up to you
                           Just finish the task
Remember, vanishing is what to do
              Life is a business
                           Here it's never what it seems  
  All we know is living it is up to you   
When you're up to your heals in it