I was born
Pen in hand
Mind torn
Between heaven and land

I wrote of the sky
But dreamed of the grass
Okay was a lie
Days would pass

Indifferent suffering
Words written in ink
Wrists would be bleeding
Alcohol to drink

I was born
Self destructive
Yet despite what I've sworn
I continue to live

Because you make
Me feel better
for loves sweet sake
I write poems like letters

All for you

Because I never knew
How beautiful a lake could be
Until I looked in eyes of blue
Then I knew, you were the key.