Chaos- A Collection of Origional Poetic Works

7-30-14

They say to me that you're bad news,

That they don't like your attitude or shoes,

How my days are cut short,

But my nights,

They run long,

Or how every once in awhile I'll sing you a song.

They say that no matter what,

You and me,

We won't last,

We aren't meant to be.

But I say they can't tell me how I feel,

They can't judge what they can't comprehend as real,

You are the cherry to my pie,

You're the reason I don't want to cry,

You're what helps me stand up,

Stay strong,

Baby, it's always been you,

All along.

***

They've been telling me this love is suicide,

You're the gas in my chamber,

The deeper I inhale,

The less time I have later,

But they can't see it,

They'll never know,

The way you look at me,

How your eyes glow.

They don't see how for you I'd trade,

My heart,

My soul,

My last blade,

Because babe, you're my new addiction,

And you work better than any prescription.

Every time I'm with you,

I smile,

It's real.

Every time I call you,

The feelings,

They're right.

And ever since that lone drunken night,

The thing in the back of my mind,

It hasn't been a knife,

Because I've chosen to give up my life of pain,

And I know sometimes it's going to rain.

But darling I've found that you are my umbrella,

Solid proof that my life is getting a hell of a lot better.