Heart doctor
You lifted a heavy heart
A task that nobody
Would take part
Took my heart
knew how to bend it
Fixed the broken parts
And finally mend it
About You
It’s not about the gifts
Or the flowers
Or the dates in the calendar
It’s about the details
That makes me love you
It’s about the strange ways I show my love
And you loving me back unconditionally
Even with all the dysfunction
My stupid jokes that make you laugh
The way I try so hard to make you like me
But always being myself
The way a simple smile
Or a gentle giggle
That makes you sound so cute & adorable
Makes me feel so weak
You are always there,
For my lovey mushiness
Or my daily rants
But for some reason
You keep coming back
And that’s what it’s really about.
Counted my blessings
I’ve never felt as lonely as I did today
Many souls surround my body
But none of them can see me, touch me, Feel me nor understand me
I lay here in this comfortable prison incarcerated for my sins
I’ve counted my blessings
But they don’t make me happy
Today I waited for the sun’
But every time I check there’s only thunder
Thunder that make the good souls ill
Screams that make me want to kill
Yesterday
Yesterday I saw her Soul
It was hiding in her eyes
Staring at me
Winking & giggling
Yesterday I felt her soul
I felt the warmth in her smile
Drowned within her dimples
I felt it play around
In the way she moved
Swinging softly with the music
The way she kissed
The sweetness of her lips
Yesterday I saw it all
When she whispered in my ear
Everything became clear
Yesterday I saw my soul
It was laying there holding hands wih hers
Nocturnal War
The chaos of silence lurks in the shadows
Commanders of peace order the attack
Tranquility barriers start to quake and crumble
While quiet bombs burst in my mind
Relaxing screams surround the battle field
Bleeding soldiers whisper defeat
As dark serenity creeps upon me
The fight for sleep was lost
Goodnight.
Pessimistic Realistic
You have to learn to trust
It’s not always about lust
Not everyone’s the same
This isn’t just a game
So pessimistic Realistic
You don’t have to wear your lipstick
Beautiful just the way you are
You don’t have to hide your scar
You always say
That everything has to end
I will show you the way
For your wounds to fully mend
I want to be your healer
I want to be the one who shows you how it’s done
The way it should be
I know we could be
So pessimistic Realistic
You don’t have to wear your lipstick
Beautiful just the way you are
You don’t have to hide your scar
We don’t have to pretend
We know it’s going to end
