"A Journey Through The Eyes of A Poet"

Apologies

I just want to take a moment to scream,

apologize; for this isn't what it seems.

I stole your songs,

your radio, your car.

I reached in the back, and stole your heart.

I drove away with little remorse.

I had no plan of action,

only disarray and discourse.

I taught myself to lean on these rhymes,

to get these intrepid thoughts, out of my mind.

I'm forced to deal with these emotions,

This radio isn't helping

it only reminds me of you

these songs they keep playing

from a different point of view.

They tell me to let my heart grow fonder,

but my mindless thoughts grow legs and feet

and then they start to walk and wonder.

My heart grows hands, and strangles my throat.

my mind is sinking,

i try to keep it afloat.

I"m the titanic,

I'm a wreck,

Take this car radio back

I'd rather have no sound,

Feelings are better off, lacked.

"Peace" and "Fear" are delicate memories

of these words I often hear,

Take this car radio back,

I'll even give you the wheel to steer.

Take these memories away from me.

Silence is better, than your car radio,

Silence will help, set me free.