Inside my chest lies an anomaly,
An anatomical wonder;
Inside me lives my triangle heart,
Ever torn asunder.

No rounded edges has my soul,
'Cause chafers gon' chafe;
It beats irregular the time,
Like constant battle strafe.

Often dead my heart's become,
Silent as the grave;
Resuscitated by the shock,
Its walls have nearly caved.

No weather wears the pointy ends,
And no waves caress the stone;
My heart lies cold and rough within,
Pleased to be alone.

No harm has knocked upon its doors,
Nor has its core been touched;
Indeed, my heart has felt no warmth
Since you replaced its flesh.

I can rest assured tonight—
I know I am secure;
Even when all others fight,
I know I shall endure.

вooĸѕ are мagιcal тнιngѕ, тнey are
тнoυgн тнeιr power ιѕ нιdden ғroм мoѕт
тнe тrυтн тнey conтaιn and тнe ѕecreтѕ тнey ѕнare
are мore ιмporтanт тнan тнey вoaѕт.

тнey are тнe нιѕтory oғ тoмorrow
yoυr мιnd тнey ѕнall eмploy
and мore тнan ever, тнey eхplaιn тнe ѕorrow
тнaт ѕo oғтen coмeѕ wιтн joy.

вooĸѕ are мιѕтreaтed and υndeѕerved
тнey aren'т υnderѕтood вy мoѕт
вυт тнe тrυтн тнey convey and тнeιr ѕecreтѕ oвѕerved
are мore ѕpecιal тнan тнey вoaѕт.

My love is moonlight
Because it's not only dark,
But illumimates.

My love is music
Because it's both personal
And vulnerable.

My love is a tree
Because it grows back slowly
And slower each time.

My love is home
Because if you leave it, still
It stays there for you.

My love's a haiku
Because it has its limits
But depth speaks much more.

I can never escape from your Spirit!
    I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
    if I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
    if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
    and your strength will support me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me
    and the light around me to become night—
but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
    Darkness and light are the same to you.

Sun knows not my skin
Sky sees not my face or hands
I am winter's glow.

No one is awake
The hour is late and dark
Thinking overtakes.

It's a relief to know
That on my trip north
I missed most of this summer's heat

But I'm still quite hot
And it's really not
Anywhere near the hottest it'll reach.

No longer are you running from yourself
For yourself is someone else.