Poetry

More then just words
This is my heart
When i fly with the birds
When i cry in the dark

When I'm all alone
When no-ones there
I unhook the phone
And poetry shares

Holding my attention
Too distracted to cry
Beautiful past comprehension
It keeps me alive

The knife is out
But on the floor
My desire to shout
Flew out my door

My Tears have dried
The blood stopped raining
The brokenness died
No anger remaining

Poetry- my love, my friend
Never shall i use your name in vain
For you've been with me til' the end
It is you whom keeps me sane