Drowning. Drowning in a world so cruel.
Your lungs are filled with all your doubts,
Your doubts that you're not perfect.
You open your mouth but naught comes out.

You struggle and kick and gasp for air
Until you feel like giving up-
And then you see him.
His caring eyes and loving words

Cause the panic to subside.
And all that's left is you and him.
You drown again yet it is pleasant,
You're drowning in his love.

I'm at war with myself and I relive this reality everyday

It's a losing battle if  I am always entering this battle without a plan of action

I beat myself up about decisions I have made that didn't  go how I thought they should have

I never take the time and breathe and look at my options

This battle that I have waged  on myself stirs me from reality

Help me find my way back

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

I know that it's night-time
but it's too dark
all I can hear is the sound of people breathing
and yet I still feel so alone
but it's alright
I'm fine
as long as you're here in my mind
I know I'll get some sleep tonight.
So goodnight.

Lately
I've been getting paper cuts
on a daily basis.

It reminds me of
your words
&
my heart.