What kind of poem should I write today?
May something that makes you cry
Or maybe I'll write of happy things
So no one will have to die

Maybe I'll write of a love gone bad
Of broken hearts and dreams
Or maybe I'll write of nightmares
Where darkness is filled with screams

Maybe I'll write a political prose
Where everyone has a voice
Or maybe I'll write of abortion
Pro life or maybe pro choice

Maybe I'll write of memories
That fade away through time
Or maybe I'll write a sonnet of love
Where heartbeats always rhyme

What kind of poem should I write today?
Maybe the seasons, the coming of fall
Or maybe I'll keep my feelings inside
And just write nothing at all

Did you know I have two houses?
I even have a second car
Some people even wish they were me
But I wouldn't go that far

I even have two swimming pools
Of course they're in separate yards
Everybody says I'm just lucky
Or in must have been in the cards

I even have two sets of friends
I've been told it's quite unique
I try to see them as often as I can
Though we hardly ever speak

Did I tell that I have two pets
One is a dog, the other a cat
And Every time I leave my house
They're wondering where I'm at

In case you haven't guessed by now
I have two of everything of course
Because you see, I not lucky at all
I'm another child of divorce

My lips will whisper love unto thine heart
For my burden weighs heavy on my soul
I will invade your dreams when we're apart
Even by pain of death I'll pay the toll

Why not let Arthur choose another bride
For they stand in line to become his queen
I can't walk away, for God knows I've tried
It's you and I and Arthur in between

I took an oath to always serve my king
Even if it demands my final breath
But I couldn't have known what love would bring
And now I fear our love means certain death

I would give my life for all I hold dear
If Lancelot could be with Guinevere

Somewhere below the line of hope
I reach but cannot feel
Forgotten, I scream in the darkness
But the sound is silent and still

A wretched place without the light
A piercing silence prevails
Like a boat trapped on the river Styx
My soul becomes its sails

Hollow, my echo calls to me
Mocking me as I plead
Though wounded, my heart keeps beating
But my body refuses to bleed

A lonely wind filled with mistakes
Guiding me as I drift
I try to reach the line of hope
But the failure is still too swift

Somewhere below the line of hope
I'm lost and can't get out
I reach again and fall once more
Below the line of doubt

He went to have his future read
For he wanted his fortune told
So he went to a witch, a psychic of sorts
Who was said to be a hundred years old

She told him all he wanted to hear
She said, "By thirty you will be rich"
He tried to leave before he could pay
And in doing so angered the witch

"By thirty years old you'll have your wealth,
But your days are numbered at best"
"For when the last leaf falls from the sycamore tree,
You'll meet with life's ending rest"

Well the witch finally died, as the years went by
Her corpse now buried and rotten
Summer was ending as the leaves start to fade
And her prophecy all but forgotten

While raking his leaves that fell in his yard
A leaf came tumbling down
The very last leaf from the sycamore tree
That evening his body was found

They said that his heart just quit working
He turned thirty the day that he died
A million dollar check came in the mail
Life insurance, paid to his bride

With sweaty palms I take her hand
As I come to rest on one knee
The words were hung in the back of my throat
Trying their best to get free

My heart was shouting just do it
I could hear it with every beat
What would she say I will or I won't
Heavenly bliss or defeat?

Each time I tried to utter those words
My voice would quiver and shake
How many times have I practiced this
And how many times will it take

Only a whisper with one breath of air
Was all I was able to free
I just couldn't wait for her ears to accept
Those words, "Will you marry me?"

The seconds would seem like hours
Time would simply stand still
With two little words filled with tears
She uttered the sound, "I will"

Somewhere between you and me
There's a void I can't get by
A place I just can't seem to cross
No matter how hard I try

There are too many broken promises
Surrounded by too many lies
It's been there since the first time we met
I should have seen it in your eyes

Too much history for a future to grow
Where love's supposed to dwell
My heart is too hard for love to spring up
It's something I can already tell

There are too many tears for the sun to dry
Too many, "I'm sorry's" used
There's too much for me to try to forget
This time my heart has refused

Somewhere between you and me
Is where our love has died
You've made my heart push you away
Though we're standing side by side