my soul burns
my mind flourishes

If only you knew,
How much I cared.
Undying affection.

Scar my body,
Scar my soul,
but you'll never hurt me.

People write poetry,
to clear their guilty souls.
To try and find hope,
in a world that's so cold.

They spill out their heart.
They spill out their soul,
in hopes that they find
some glistening gold.

Some form of release,
to put their worries to bed.
find the light in the tunnel
through all the crap they've been fed.

But not I.

The reason I write,
is all but too clear.
I write because I live,
and ill write until I disappear.

and you let him leave bruises
on your skin
so you'd know what it was like
when he was gone
(sjb)

swam a million seas
           to leave the shore

lets not cross-fire

sometimes your silence

kills me

and

sometimes your words

weigh me down