Love Letters

If pages of my heart were like an open book,

what would they say?

Would they be ripped apart?

Would they be empty,

Waiting for someone to come

fill in the blanks.

Erase memories of shattered moments,

faded to shades of darker greys.

Like memories complete, in my mind in this headpiece.

Lost in the melody where I find the most peace.

I'm not perfect, i've never tried.

But i'm worth it while I gather roses where

others threw dirt on me,

because the beauty always strays,

Alive and i've survived.

There is nothing that I wish for more,

that something I give, given back.

But then again I understand.

Sometimes butterflies need room so they can

open up, because they've got to metamorphosis.

Break through the questions and the day by days,

While I take another breathe in;

Like a cigarette with no sweet release.

It is no medicine for these things inside.

There's just a feeling and my swallowed pride.

A picture of where i've envisoned myself,

Up higher than the clouds while im sober

waiting for the adrenaline to kick in as life

weighs me down.

These wings are greater than

anything i've carried,

anything i've ever been.

Wishing I could open them,

so I could fly, free like a bird

and break free

With a fire that is deep within,

No knifes in my back, just a passion

for being on the right track,

and trying not being stuck in

a state of mind,

that only takes me backwards

when i'm not trying to rewind

To some place that is anything less

than the divine, where the sky, the stars,

the moon, the sun

is all mine where i'm not behind on my dreams

Empowered by the light within.