Don’t let me down
Offer your hand
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Open your heart
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Once is enough
Time’s running out
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Don’t let me down
Offer your hand
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Open your heart
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Once is enough
Time’s running out
Appears to be
The epitome
Of laziness
Slouched in a chair
Cannot bear
The weightiness
Bathrobe shroud
Scars unallowed
No visible craziness
One can only see
The epitome
Of laziness
Unguardedly walking
Through the brightly lit forest
The melodic sounds of
Trees blowing in the breeze
Life developing and persisting
She overlooked the darkness
Centered among the light
A mistake never to be undone
For years screaming
Inside and out
Showing signs of neurosis
Now, indisputably dying
In front of their eyes
Sprawled out on the floor
Surely they couldn’t
Overlook her
Again
Escaping one’s demons
Is far easier
With the strength of many
Who can create
A chain link of love
A ladder of compassion
And a compass of hope
Waiting for that epiphany
That one strike of lightning
That brings one to their knees
Causing an explosion inside
Not to be ignored
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for that spark
That never comes
Do not convict me
Heartless
I will not be condemned
To a loveless life
You will not imprison me
In this coffin called
US
At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
She hears the quiet
In the storm
Protects her heart
When clouds form
She’s a delicate rose
Whose thorns will sting
If held too close
That girl she
Is complicated
And worth it
She
Is
Me
Reaching that high
When all seems to
Piece together
Time is in sync
Lovers in tune
Life is bliss