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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I slept in all day because of a sleepless night I keep thinking of you in dismay and with might I’m a lyric without instruments — an a cappella Without drums, piano and guitar and I’m in awe Because you’re so far away from my reach I am sick with loneliness now I shed these evening tears somehow I am a fool with sweat on my brow I’m a grassy pasture without a cow I have been concealing these wounds for ages…I need some stitches… I have been burning sages in my meandering mind, But I’m all ashes, remnants and broken bridges…this ache inside itches… I have lost it all like burning pages in the wind, left behind I’m shedding my tears without you near I’m growing to accept my fears with cheer I’m lying in wake for you to lift me higher Than the clouds above…I’m a believer… I long to be with you forever, but you left in a blur I keep reminiscing about the past and so unsure I’m a lyric without arrangements — I’m an unspoken word Without you abiding by my side and it’s so damn absurd I am sick with loneliness now I shed these evening tears somehow I am a fool with sweat on my brow I’m a grassy pasture without a cow I have been concealing these wounds for ages…I need some stitches… I have been burning sages in my meandering mind, But I’m all ashes, remnants and broken bridges…this ache inside itches… I have lost it all like burning pages in the wind, left behind I’m shedding my tears without you near I’m growing to accept my fears with cheer I’m lying in wake for you to lift me higher Than the clouds above…I’m a believer… Complacent in bed and spending my decent time, wasting it all away I’m absent in my mind’s eye in the heat of the summertime…I’m a moonlit day Quilting guilt trips for my sex addiction, holding on with these teary tides in my oceanic eyes Building up courage and lost in the social media delight and in the damaging digital world, no lies I am sick with loneliness now I shed these evening tears somehow I am a fool with sweat on my brow I’m a grassy pasture without a cow I have been concealing these wounds for ages…I need some stitches… I have been burning sages in my meandering mind, But I’m all ashes, remnants and broken bridges…this ache inside itches… I have lost it all like burning pages in the wind, left behind I’m shedding my tears without you near I’m growing to accept my fears with cheer I’m lying in wake for you to lift me higher Than the clouds above…I’m a believer… This bewildering feeling I hold on to for so long is barely enough to carry These tears inside that I weep inside this evening are extremely heavy The fault and blame is on me for making you feel not enough sometimes I genuinely love to be in your arms tonight without weeping time after time I am sick with loneliness now I shed these evening tears somehow I am a fool with sweat on my brow I’m a grassy pasture without a cow I have been concealing these wounds for ages…I need some stitches… I have been burning sages in my meandering mind, But I’m all ashes, remnants and broken bridges…this ache inside itches… I have lost it all like burning pages in the wind, left behind I’m shedding my tears without you near I’m growing to accept my fears with cheer I’m lying in wake for you to lift me higher Than the clouds above…I’m a believer… Weeping these evening tears Weeping in the cemetery of my heart Weeping away my childhood fears Leaping forward before I break apart Butchering away the endless fields of blasphemy in my blueish brown brain Nurturing the flourishing flowers and the gracious grain on a daily basis again Crying to myself silently, praying I could do it aloud I’m thinking humbly, praying I won’t become proud
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