Looking back
through the years
writing poems
wiping tears

The past is gone
will not return
the future's bleak
reflect and yearn

" The good ole days "
not supposed to live there
it's against the rules
but can't stand to be here

I'm going back
and shutting the door
will not return
to the present no more.

Dealing with the dangers of life,
Each day alone through stress and strife
Pray to god to sort it out
Remembering what brought it about
Everyday in lives tough test
Securing a future neverthless
Seeing its secrets  and letting them go
In life itself and the world we know
Only thinking that maybe soemeday
Nice things will happen like peace we pray

Please don't tell him when I die
It will be too much to handle

We have had the same questions
But he won't get the answers

Please don't tell him when I die
He will think it's his fault

Like I'm his lone snail
And he is my salt

Though his actions were cruel
And rough to the touch

I care most for his wellbeing
I am not asking too much

Please don't tell him when I die
It is the secret to keep

You can take it to my grave
So I know he won't weep

Make me as close as your bones
Seep into my skin
And never let go

Attach yourself to me
As you make your way down
I won't let you fall
though you'd risk it to drown

Tear into me sweetly
And keep me up through the night
Don't you dare leave me waiting
Because you know that it's right

There are no sweeter moments
Than when we fade into one
Your lips belong to my skin
As if decided from above

Make me as close as your bones
Lose my mind,
My self,
And all I have known

Attach yourself to me
As you find your way back
Never loosening your grip
And never holding back

I watched unprepared
as my candle went out
The light is now gone
No more shadows or doubt
I am lost as the darkness sets in
It's nest is made quickly
As it moves from within
Maybe if I had bought more matches or a lighter that works
She wouldn't be here to linger
exposing my quirks.
I search for days but
find only a broken wick
and to light it with nothing-
The magician's best trick
The power lies somewhere within me I know
As I am no longer doubtful or missing
For even the dimmest of lights will surely lead to home