“Perfect Circles”

I’d open my chest, take out my heart , and then show it,

hand it over to you and let you FOREVER hold it,

but it’s too little too late and you already know it,

because about 4 years ago you reached in and then stole it.

I’d take out my soul, then let you sculpt it and mold it,

but it’s to late for that too, for that last kiss I’ve done sold it,

it belongs to you already and you don’t know that you own it,

maybe when my time comes, perhaps you’ll just let God loan it.

 I just keep running in circles attempting to find my purpose,

but I keep coming up empty handed in all of my searches.

The love I have for you just seems more and more worthless.

What the hell did I do in my life to ever deserve this?

I hate you because I love you and it constantly merges.

Having you for eternity is the only thing that could be worth this.

I just want to live my life hurtless, and feel I’ve totally earned it.

The pain is absolutely unbearable, but in my eyes YOU WERE PERFECT!

Truly Giving

Look at the moon and stare at its beautiful, bright, white light,

that God gave the world to brighten the darkest of any night.

The moon is illuminated from the rays that the sun shines.

So does the moon owe the sun? Will it repay the favor in time?

It sounds totally ridiculous when you read it in those lines,

but I use to think I did you a favor, therefore, you should be mine.

I use to think we were perfect… You and I were two of a kind.

Now after all the pain I’ve felt, how could I be so blind?

We were a job I’d work forever. I’d retire and never resign.

Apparently, we weren’t meant to be, and my smiles turned to cries.

Since then, I’ve spent my life running at Satan’s side.

It seems I sold my soul so long ago, I don’t remember why.

He took everything I had in exchange for a life of lies.

Why the hell did I do it? Why couldn’t I be more wise?

I’ve asked myself this question so much, I’m starting to realize,

I was the sun brightening you… It was us up in the skies.

So Far Away

Your gorgeous green eyes turn all the colors of the sea,

yet you don’t have a clue how much you mean to me.

You do not have a clue and I wish that you could see,

that there’s a reason why I fight and won’t let us be.

You can not feel my pulse when you hold my hand,

if you could you would know, and truly understand,

why I fight, even as the hour glass empties its sand.

You would stop thinking “I can’t” and know that you can.

Why have you given up on me now that I come around?

I know you’ve tried so hard and I’ve shot you down,

but now I’m not content just with hearing the sound,

of your voice. I NEED YOU HERE and I’ll say it as loud,

as you want, and I am serious… I’m not trying to play.

I just want to have the privilege of waking up everyday,

with you at my side, and I don’t know how I should say,

that I just want you here with me, and not so far away!