I am but one rain drop up in the
cloudy sky, ready to fall all the way
down, I rest in the clouds watching
below the sights I see from up above
are enough to evaporate me in
one go from here.

I drift over the sea, friends in the
big blue I see so many traveling till
it is there time to evaporate and
be one with the clouds once again.

I float over many places, sights I
do see, the things that scurry
underneath me so many things
does a rain drop get to see.

I feel it is my time to go to that place
below, as I release it starts to go cold,
I freeze and change from a liquid to a
solid, such a pretty pattern I have become.

I see friends on the way down, different
shapes from me, but still the same on
there trip from up high to that place
down below.

I land softly, not like before when I was
liquid and splashed on the floor, I will
lie here looking up, till my time is up
and I evaporate upwards. Then once
again join my friends in the clouds,
watching once again every thing below...

You see a rose of white, but
is a disguise, for its thorns
like razors.

For when the blood drops
in the petals blood red do
absorb the nourishment now
even whiter the blood gone
no longer on show,

For all that is white is not
always pure, for under this
disguise there is a truth hidden
from the eyes. For the beauty
hides danger, hidden from
your eyes.

I hate the word simple.
Everything is actually really
complex.

© A. Leigh

The snake hisses and slithers
Right into your mind
It fills you with wants
And fills you with dreams

The snake coils around your brain
And before you even realize
The snake has captured control
Of what you determine as your life

It bites when you deviate
It crushes when you try
It slowly kills
Any of you left inside

This snake, it's unwelcomed
But we grow accustomed
To the control of the snake
And yield to it's command

Few leave the snake, there is
No escape
And when there is none of you left
The snake slithers away
To find someone else

There is a snake
In everyone
There is a snake
And no way out

Everyday you ask why I love you
You say
"Why do you you love me when I put you through Hell.
When I push you into your shell,
And I never give you a straight answer.
You say " Why do you love me when I can't love you back,
And when I have all these mood swings."
Well this is what I say.
I love you because you are like my Asthma.
I didn't chose to have you here with me all the time, but you are.
You are here to make my life harder,
But you also make me stronger.
When the voggy winds blow
And it gets hard to breathe
It is you falling.
Yet I pick that Inhaler of mine up
And I take two deep breaths,
and I lift you back up.
As my breaths become clearer.
I know that I will never be able to breathe as well as others.
Just as I know I will never fall out of love for you.
You are the chronic lung disease that forces me to try harder.
The person that makes me try my hardest when I'm singing up on that stage.
You motivate me.
It is you that is always on my mind
When I have to try hard to take breathes instead of just breathing.
When I am running and my lungs start to choke me, it is the pain I feel every time I see you with him instead of me.
Because Love
You are my lung disease.
You are the funny noise my breath makes when I dance,
Because the Oxygen doesn't want to go in.
And when you touch me I feel the buzzing sensation that I get when taking my albuterol.
The warmth of my Nebulizer as it vaporizes the medicine for me to breathe.
Every kiss you plant on my head, fills me with the dizziness that I get from my medication
When I try to stand up, I end up falling just as hard as I have for you.
You are the relief I feel when I take my
Meds on a bad day, you make me feel normal again.
That's why I love you.
That is why I don't care if you're with him instead of me.
Because you will always be with me.
Just like my lung disease.