My love is like an old stubborn dog
It's tired and sick and sits around all day
But dogs are know for being loyal and sometimes that's all I can offer
The problem with this love is it still has many tricks to learn and I promise to be a good student
But you gotta be patient because this old dog gets wrapped up too much in its own self pity to know better half the time and if it gets too mopey it doesn't know what to do with itself
But even dogs in their eldest years need the love of any of those young scrappy puppies that go running around ******* on the carpet
My love does not **** on carpets
And neither do I

But there is something you must understand
If things go south and we split
If I leave, this old love isn't going to follow
For better or worse this love is yours
It belongs to you
I can't take it back, no matter how I try
You can do what you want with it
You can put it in the back room of your mind and forget the key
It will sit and it will stay exactly where you leave it
But nothing that happens and no mater how bad you treat it,
With you it will remain
So if you are going to come looking for love in my heart come prepared
And please be gentle

It's the light in your eyes, that lights up my world,
and kept me hopeful, when the darkness unfurled,
so don't you ever, let that light disappear,
nothing's more perfect, than you my dear.

The rising of a sun,
glossing over every dewy leaf,
and my heart had been broken by a thief.

Blue skies illuminated by a golden god,
proudly hanging above,
and she starts cursing love.

Gently wisped clouds gliding,
cumulating and growing,
and my happiness is slowing.

Eagles soar higher,
animals prowling low to the ground,
and she's above water yet still she's being drowned.

The sun is setting,
the sky starts crying,
and my poetry is dying.

I stand in front of mirror
And I see a stranger being staring at me
I try to start a conversation
But my questions are directed back at me
and after looking closely I recognize the stranger
Its my lost self I have been trying to look out for a long time
and after a while I see patches appearing on my skin
On the skin of my self in the mirror
I try to feel them on my skin
but they refuse to appear
As if refusing to relate to me
And I think to myself
Is it me failing my self or my self failing me