lock me in your eyes
never set me free
i'll be the person who'll try
to calm the waves of your sea
a sunken boat
that will never flee

Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

maybe i should just press delete
to make my words disappear
because i'm not a poet.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I see you …
  Through the worries and the fears
  Insecurities and tears
  Lonely nights you needed love
  So much more you’re dreaming of

I feel you …
  Anxious for another chance
  To laugh and sing and dance
  You hug yourself and close your eyes
  As these thoughts simply lead to sighs

I hear you …
  And your barely audible cry
  Then  you wipe the tear stains dry
  Then prepare to face the day
   In a controlled and measured way

I know you ...
  I too felt all of these things
  And what disappointment brings
  When you ask "Will this be all?"
  And another teardrop falls

I missed you ...
  Over years of wanting more
  Wishing you'd walk through my door
  And while praying you were fine
  I'd wish that you were still mine

I love you ...
  Our tomorrows are now bright
  Together our souls are light
  Now our love is resurrected
  Because you see my love ...
    We're connected