I've become obsessed
over every tear that's shed
Running my fingers through her hair
As her head lay on my chest
Counting the seconds till she can rest
She is my peace and i feel blessed
she runs to me for salvation
This patience takes years of motivation
Practicing meditation
To handle this woman's frustration
There are days I can't take it
I smile but inside I fake it
For better days will come
Over 100 times ive thought to run
Leaving her with past demons
All alone for her face them
I'm right her don't you cry
Save those tears for our last goodbye

It's quiet,
when it creeps up.
No sound, not even a word.
It's peaceful, till it isn't
Then you ask around
Still just quiet...
Alone with your thoughts
It doesn't even knock..
It doesn't even break through the **** door
It's just there.
Alone.
Viewing people through screens
Forgotten.
Left behind.
either way it's the same.
All alone with this cumbersome voice
Driving you insane.
The feeling makes you fidget and Pace
Makes you fight and complain
Bed softly quiets your demons
Then your tired and feel drained
In your head running a place
With no escape.
alone again this feeling that I hate.

Don't dream of me when I'm gone,
I wanted nothing but to stay.
Yet here I am passing
You have nothing left to say.
Looking back through the glass
Of where my picture lay
My memories before they pass
Showed happiness portrayed.
Broken, useless, covered in dust
For all the gifts I payed
Your the one I trusted
This poem is what I have to say
You lied, you cheat, took me for a fool
You sought out lust.
Used me as a tool
Heartless beauty with skin so divine
I'm sorry loving you was my gulity crime...

Her soft lips
Long finger tips
Running down my skin
A parade of goosebumps March
As she begins to grin
Having complete control Over my body
Thinking of something to say
My words become sloppy
Over Thinking takes place
Nervous, she continued to make way
Destruction to my psyche legs begin to quake
She keeps me quiet no need to hesitate
Alarm goes off, I spring awake...

I could walk through fire just to give her a drink, and she would turn her nose up at it.
I could be Odysseus and travel across the most rigorous sea and I wouldn't be enough.
When the dust settles, the mountains have been moved, when the moon brought to her feet.. You are simply not what she is looking for...