My heart died in poems
It had never written.
It poured romance
Into the chasms of loneliness.
It basked in the light
It thought came from heaven.
But it was just the desert sun.
I gave her my soul.
But all she wanted
Was my body.

so many times I wondered, Lord,
why you gave me love with no reward
and now I know, the secret has been told-
the whole ****** time you were trying to save my soul.

What if we all were already dead?
What if we were sleeping in a fake reality that no one knows about?

Not enough words are ever told.
We just think she's aware.
Simply because to others she's known as your woman.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's wonderful.
Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's beautiful.

Look her in the eyes.
And tell tell her, you love her.
Then watch that smile gleam.
Watch her eyes beam.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's a living dream.
To you, she's everything.
More than that she's your appointed Queen.

And watch what you receive in return?
Loving arms surrounding you.
Sweet tender lips kissing you.
A woman with high regards of love only for you.

Be that man she loves dearly.
Be that man she protects like you do her fearlessly.

Just look her in the eyes and speak.

Why does he not see that I'm in pain...
Can't he see that when he doesn't talk to me that it hurts..
Why does he do this?
I may be me but that doesn't mean he is hurting...
I try so hard but its not the best i can do i guess