Fears and Love

I am in agony

Life seems over

Why wake up?

The day is just a waste

The nights are freezing

Lonelier than alone

It hurts so badly

I feel my chest hurting

My heart does not want to beat

Life is so cruel

I need you

Fear

If my fear was not blood

I would slash my writs

I am strapped

Trapped in a life full of cruelty

I have been raped

Hit and knocked down

Everyone else is laughing

While I cry

No one cares

Fat

I do not look like a model

Clothes do not come in single digits for me

Shopping is my worst fear

Nothing fits

I look like a man

Everyone stairs and judges

Every spoonful is filled with guilt

I hide in my room with my chips

To afraid of the stares

Very ashamed of whom I am

Everyone knows

All you have to do is look

I am not husky

Big boned or pleasantly plump

I am that awful "F" word

But no one is afraid

To point and say it to my face

Series of moments

Life is a series of moments

The best happen with you

Each laugh and kiss

Every smile and hug

I want a life time of moments

Each one with you

Everyone

Everybody needs someone

I need you

I feel so sad inside

Lonely without your touch

Baby I need you

Come on

Baby

Come on

You know you want to go

Fall with me

We will catch each other

Our love will keep us strong

Thirsty

No amount of water can quench this thirst

My love traveling like an ever flowing stream

Drowning my fears and my doubt

It carries me away

To a place of warmth

And ever lasting comfort

Atlas

You took the weight of the world

Off my shoulders

You freed me from all my pain

You lifted me up with your love

I am able

No longer burdens

No longer excuses

No longer thoughts of the worst

Able is what you made me

Able to do the impossible

Able to feel

Able to love

Where do you keep my love?

Do you keep it in a box high on a shelf?

Is it in a shoe box?

Or was my love to big for that?

Do you keep it hidden in a closet, or under a bed?

Is it somewhere safe or somewhere forgotten?

Will you ever open it?

Or keep it in a box high on a shelf?

What is love?

What really is love? Please tell

Is it in the ocean or down a well?

Is it pleasure and happiness to dwell?

Do you hear it in church bells?

Is it a feeling like heaven or like hell?

Is this really love? Please tell?

May

It seemed so sweet that day in May night

When I felt your hand and you smiled with delight

It was sweet and felt so right

We thought our love was worth a fight

It felt so sweet all thru May

But June came and it all went away