When we hold hands I always keep a tight grip
With in the back of my mind thinking you might dip
I know you wouldn't leave me but that keeps me trying
I love you and I'd be lying
If I said anything else
My love for you is never on a shelf
I take a chapter a day with you and write it down
Our story to be told
Not if but when we're old
And I mean together
And my together is forever
I hope yours is too
I can assume but never speak for you
Except when we have to decide on food
Something about that question you seem to elude
But that's okay my dear there's nothing to fear
So long as you're here
With me
I'll always know what WE want to eat

In my heart deep down it hurts
I'm about to go berserk
I put in the time and work
Now give me what I deserve
Half a million people read my words but have nothing to say?
But I put blood sweat and emotion on every page..
When everyone keeps so quiet about my "hustle" it doesn't fill me with rage
Just wondering if you're reading along with me on the same page
I don't ask for much just to lend me your eyes, and say "oh who's this guy?"
Keeping you curious but I'm out here getting furious or rather delirious
Hoping one day all of you might take me a little serious

This isn't my eviction notice because I've paid the rent
I'm finally back from all the time I've spent
Wishing I would and and thinking I'd never write again
This is my official statement
Reading: "I'll never put down the pen."
That being said I'm here to write my wrongs and everything along the way
This isn't anything fancy, but starting today
Here is my proof that I mean what I say

If you turn the lights on
And close your eyes
Do you still feel the same?

I've worn 1000 different shoes that never fit me
Millions of things I could possibly be
Since the 7th grade I said "I'll be a writer!"
At that moment I my future seemed brighter
I wrote about love and my passion was fire
Never thought I'd be a lover and a fighter  
They told me the sky's the limit and to break the mold
What I'm writing is the story yet to be told
7th grade about 12 or 13 years old I remember
I wrote my first poem in December
My mind and drive never waivered in the years to come
Writing for me was always fun
Dreams that these words would surpass the rays of the sun
The sky's the limit while there's endless room in space
That will give me time and room to chase
The American dream ooo I wanted a taste
First I have to sweep the entire nation
So I started with a pen, pad, and some inspiration
I kept on writing believe I never slowed down
My dreams are not here in my home town
I joined the army when I was 18
You guessed it, in the pursuit of MY American dream
They said the army might make me colder
But as I grew older my mind body and soul grew bolder
Writing became my art even when it seemed
I'd be having more nightmares than dreams
Surrounded by strangers who have never heard of me
I always said what better of a place to be?
To spread my dream with the people I now call family
I would share with them writing, a piece of me for where ever they go
People from all walks of life reading my words all reacting with "woah"
Was the moment I knew MY dream will grow