Waking up to the sound of running
I don't know where you have gone
Finding out I'm not who I'm supposed to be
You don't know me anymore.

When I fade
And the sunsets
I won't be
Drinking anymore
I'm not the man
You once adored
It feels like
I'm knocking on
The coffin door.

Waking up in a sweat again
So many times I've done this before
Not knowing what's next, I'm faltering
I'll be waiting up for you to ignore.

When I fade
And the sunsets
I won't have you
Anymore
I'm not the man
You used to love
Feels like I'm
Knocking on
The coffin door.

bibliophile
because i like watching
my collection compile
the feeling of a book
is one i can't explain
it's happiness, excitement
a thrill for my brain
books make for wonderful friends
because the next book starts when the first one ends
and there's a giant supply
a list of things to read
a list so big, i couldn't possibly complete
books are the perfect gift
because a piece of you is always in it
it warms my soul
a smile of gold
because of what in my hands
i hold
because a book is much more
than words on a page
it's part of a writer's soul captured
but not caged
because writing is like bleeding
and that's why i love reading
and so when you give me
your favorite book
it's not something lightly took
because a piece of you
is somewhere in there.