I read another's poem
And lost the one I was to write.

I could lie about my day
I could bury all my feelings in you
I could leave everything at the door
But then I wouldn't be breathing
anymore

Hangman's noose just ain't funny like it used to be
[as if it ever was]

Reminiscent echoes in my mind
Like high heels down a hallway
Like high feels down the mid section
Like thigh feels on a late night session

There ain't nothing wrong with a little foreplay
Lone way

I feel the best in company
Instead, I'll sit in the dark for a few hours
Some of these lines rhyme with outside influences
If only I could **** out my problems
If only I could drink out my pores

If only I could talk about
Or be comforted by biblical verses

Every time I remember God can see what's in my heart
I nearly break down.

with your hands You
hung the stars in the sky
and know them all by name.
You put the sun and moon
in their places and
with your hands You
made the roaring seas
and majestic mountains
and those same hands that
hung the stars and
placed the sun and moon and
made the seas and mountains
made this heart.