She rest her head upon the north shores
A girl who claims to love the outdoors
Where she roams spontaneity is sure to follow
Her attraction to superior is not misguided
We love what is familiar even if at times is shortsighted
But an obvious allure to the vast great expanse
One receives a similar feeling staring into her
deep blue eyes that leave you in a trance
A rhyme at times can ring so hollow
But my dedication to my craft is tough to follow
Like with any great writer each line is carefully crafted
Meticulously chosen, re written and multiples drafted
Hours spent mulling over punctuation
Whether the cadence is misplaced which would lead to humiliation
So i wondering if you're truly on the search to be my muse
or if this is simply some ruse?

I simply saw it as punishment for my sins
It's why I never noticed the darkness creeping in
My stressed mind had all my defenses down
That is how the darkness was able to get around
And now every night I'm plagued by the thoughts
That can only seem to be controlled by swallowing shots
Why is it when I'm surrounded I feel most alone
Yet I'm scared of myself when I'm on my own
This darkness began to overtake my mind last autumn
At this point I fear I've hit rock bottom
Because now I'm sitting with a knife to my wrist
Thinking that death would be true bliss
I'm left on my own my eyes glistening
hoping that somebody somewhere is listening
every night the darkness corrupts my dreams
I call to my family and friends with silent screams
Everyday I drive into the city
trying to drown my sorrow in a bottle of whiskey
or with guy night after night
I no longer bother even putting up a fight
Back in my apartment in room 955
wondering what it means to truly be alive
I realize I've been dead my whole life
so i finally set down this cruel knife
I reach for a gun and lay in my bed
The last feeling I had was cold steel to my head

Known for her beauty
Yet unmatched in her complexity
Leaving all who look upon her with some degree of perplexity

Her smile was the glowing sunrise that greeted him every morning arriving at the temple
He often hoped to catch her eye even if only accidental

Her gifts dating back to the Native American times and she continues to grow
She is as gifted an artist as Vincent Van Gogh

It only took a single glimpse and she made me putty in her hands
An inability to form coherent sentences my mouth feels tied by rubber bands

She is draped in grace like a queens cape and elegance follows her like a shadow
Trying to attain her is like going to war without ammo

Able to be spotted from miles away as her head shines gold like the sun
Those bright blue flames first time I looked into them I knew something had begun

She has a strong aura of confidence but she often acts as sheepish as a mouse
Her smile could light up a room
And her personality could fill up a house

Yet she is never arrogant or cruel and finds a way to stay modest
I wonder if she even realizes I see her as a Goddess.