My Reason

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    My Reason

    How much longer can I cry myself to sleep on these late nights,
    Staring at this barrel wondering what it tastes like,
    Don't think I have ever been down so deep in this hole,
    Thinking about what Satan would pay me for this soul,
    Can't wait for sleep in hopes I won't wake,
    And fake smile myself through this shit I can't take,
    I only see my footprints doesn't feel like I'm being carried,
    Every time it rains, deeper and deeper I feel buried,
    I know it's in the past but she was gone so fast,
    Stuck here watching the present through the bottom of this glass,
    Use to love my life now it hurts so much to breathe,
    How could everything you love; lie, cheat, and deceive,
    Just gave up hope and was going through the motion,
    One after another. Crashing, like waves in an ocean,
    Didn't think I can ever feel again after such a demise,
    And now with each and every kiss you open up my eyes,
    When it rains these lonely nights don't seem so sad,
    Life has purpose again and breathing doesn't hurt so bad,
    Now I can't wait for sleep in hopes that I will dream,
    Of the most beautiful sight these two eyes have ever seen,
    How your gorgeous smile has turned my dark into light,
    Don't believe coincidence brought you to me that night,
    Crazy how time stands still when you're not with me,
    And how it flies by when you look in my eyes, just can't be,
    Can't put into words this feeling I speak of,
    Is this how someone feels when they speak about love,
    So much I want to tell you now, and I don't know where to start,
    See I might speak my mind but I have always wrote my heart,
    So don't tell me God doesn't exist, and that my faith isn't true,
    Because I just can not explain this feeling,
    I just can not explain YOU!

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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