My heart is made of glass
But has been stained
With all the colors of my love
I am fragile but hopefulÂ
That one day someone will understand
The depth of this work of art
Tag: poet
Enraged
I can feel the fireÂ
As it rages up inside of me
It rises once againÂ
Slowly forming who I’m meant to be
Tried to be too different
Tried too hard to never disagree
But you were never with it
Now my love comes with a pricey fee
Contentment
I never felt at peace
And now my world is standing stillÂ
The war used to consumeÂ
But now no voids call me to fillÂ
I used to never sleep
Now nights bring dark against my will
I never feel too weary
Now that the calm seeks all my thrill
Future
She approached me in all black
With her fingers dipped in gold
I tried to get some answers
But her responses left me cold
She gazed out of the window
And was speechless for some time
She turned to me and whispered
“I miss that light inside my eyes”
You Own Me
Sometimes I feel I control my life
And sometimes I feel like I don’t
I had no say on the start of my time
That decision was never my own
And even though life is a gift to give
And I’m always in charge of the tone
I really don’t care what life I live
As long as it’s life in your home
Me
I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my bodyÂ
Making my way up the curvesÂ
I reach the shallow holes
That hug the edges of my collarbone
For so long I begged
To be loved by strangers
But the only stranger I touch
Is me
We Had More
The truth is that sadlyÂ
I’m always prepared
When fighting the bad that you did
But pushing away
All that which could be great
Is the battle I can’t seem to win
Come Find Me
I always seem to trap myselfÂ
In the maze that is my mind
And without any navigational aid
You somehow find a way through
Constantly and effortlessly pulling me
Out of a self-created labyrinth
Not even I could escape the depths of
The Best
A part of meÂ
Fiends to be
The best at what I do
Including but
Not limited to:
- The best at loving you
Thief
I came across him in the dark
And like a moth to a flame
He pointed out the parts of me
That were bright and full of life
And just as I stepped close
He stole that spark he claimed to love
And used it to light the path he left on
What's Mine Is Yours 