My thoughts are floating
like heavy feathers
in a far away land
of endless opportunity
where my arms are trusted
by my one true love
to catch her
when she falls
to hide her
in my darkness
when she wants
to disappear
My greatness is full
like water overflowing
from the cups edges
my heart is dull
from not being used lately
from being abused mostly
by my one true love
who thought I was bullet proof
when the only proof I have
is the way
I can make her feel alive
I am grateful
that you are still the master
of my emptiness
as you are the slave
of my loneliness
I am grateful
that you let go of me
only to take me again
and suffocate me
with your love
oh, how I miss those battles we once fought