A day of blue and gray,
because of the words that I said yesterday
in a fit of rage.
Maybe I deserve to pay for it.
I could reach out and grab freedom,
but instead I sit here and beg for it.
A slave to the emotions that master me,
they move faster than a bastard sea:
out of control;
it’s not the way it has to be.
I know my moods are dastardly,
and I’m sorry.
I can prove it if you come back to me.
I’ll be first to listen and last to speak.
Or at least I’ll try my best,
I’ve been practicing.
After we
see catastrophe
you can sit and cry, or laugh with me.
What ever you need, I’ll do my best to give,
because you’re a living breathing masterpiece.
You dance through my mind like
the roots of an oak tree:
strong and bold,
seeking out and breaking down
the deepest, hardest places.
Can’t we just take the finite;
replace them with love.
I vote we
sing the songs of old.
You seek me out when I’m breaking down
weeping with a darkened face,
and you love me as I am.
You love me and show me grace.
I am forever thankful
for the rock that you are for me.
You’re the six that brings me to an even dozen;
my other half,
what makes my heart unfrozen.
You are every day of the next 3 score,
learning and fighting to love you more.
You are my prize,
the light at the end of the day.
Let this be my oath to us,
I owe it to the both of us,
I don’t knkow how long I’ll get to try, but I’ll love you ‘till the day I die,
