Until the cycle
Of co-dependencies is broken,
It will always be like that.
But, keep doing the work,
For you can arrive at a place
Where love no longer hurts.

"I'm not much of a poet," he said,
As he broke my heart with his words
On the pages that I read.

Deep pains leave the best scars
Like braille on your skin

Follow the story as you feel your way
Through a history written on thin sheets

You burst my groove-bubble
Let the air out of me
Like an untied balloon 'flubbers'
Whizzing through the room
Doomed to be deflated
Until I'm no longer in the mood
To watch or listen

Your symphony plays
A soundtrack to my life
Tiny feet run through pine forests
Growing to exploring pecan orchards
And walk peacefully through many fields, more
You play and I sing, then begin to soar on wings
Which you gifted me

I want to see through your eyes,
For you see such beauty.

And you see such when looking at me.
Smoke and mirrors, I say.

You say, "No, I see you every day."
And so, my love,

I want to see through your beautiful eyes,
For you give me precious value as no one else.

And on those wings, alone, I soar.

You rise high, my Queen
To kiss the day
Wearing a rosy blush today

The night was long
Now the King has gone
Away, away

Light my day with your beauty