I'd give up my left arm to always be right beside her. My right arm for her to know she's what I have left and both arms to be able to hug her when's she away. I just don't think I have enough to give to get the courage to tell her when she's here.

Trees are being felled
the mountain bereft of the rich green cover
crumbles in shame.

I still have
a
cigarette burn on my
chest from the
time
you told me
how it
feels to love me

You are the water
That permeates every layer of my hardened soul
Fills in the cracks of my heart
And swell my broken lips into a smile.

When Death comes, I know he will,
I'll leave my thoughts on the window sill.
I'll write, "So soon? Already?"
"Do you think that I'm ready?"

When Death comes, I know he will,
For the clocks on my walls are ticking still,
I'll prepare a last supper, as a final goodbye.
And to those I hate, you have no slice of pie.

When Death comes, I know he will,
He will not come because I took a pill.
He will not come due to ****** or disease,
I want him to come when I am old and at peace.

When Death comes, I know he will,
I know I'll be ready to pay my fill.
All my mistakes will be judged in trial,
And all my good deeds will be found to be worth their while.