There I was, knife to my throat
Tear streaked face lifted to the sky
The surrounding hate seeming to gloat
As I scream in a strangled voice asking why
Something stayed my hand, lowered the knife
Realisation set in like a full bodied shove
I had forgotten the true meaning of life
The secret is not to die, but live with love
From a clear pair of eyes, the truth, I now see
A need to express feelings is now so strong
I need to show how I have been set free
But what if I mess up and get it all wrong?
I need to rise up and capture a lover's glory
Mentally reliving all the hits and misses
Now writing a letter, a simple love story
Inscribed with only the softest kisses
In the beauty of her eyes, I am happily lost
To me, her smile is the greatest of her charms
I want to hold her to my chest no matter the cost
A forgotten paradise, safe in a lover's arms.
©Josh West
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