He's My Life

How can the bird live without his song?

How can the poet write when his hands are shakey?

Is it possible to love,

when the heart is ripped and torn to shreds?

Its like the druggie sitting in the park,

dazed, broken and confused,

jabbing the shards of a broken needle deeper,

deeper,

He doesnt know how to feel.

 

He's the words to my song,

He's the sunshine in my storm.

When the night is cold,

and the wolves

they howl outside my door,

He's the blanket over my shoulders,

and the fire in the place

warming my ache

melting my ice

Oh my love, how I long to see your face.

How I long to taste your sweet lips.

 

Do you know how much I need you?

Without you its like my lungs need no air.

For theres no reason to breathe when the life is

sucked mercilessly from the victim.

 

You,

my love,

my darling,

are my life.