El Poeta

I once used to pen from my heart, beautiful verses they were Then my heart i no longer knew, my verses reflected the rival that kept me alive I lived without it, it held my gift, my pen The lights were on, no one was home, still i smiled and got by Past days have brought me closer the person i was always afraid to know I was scared to know him, his verse is so beautiful, it binds the mind with the heart The tone of his voice makes images take to life within minds He has always been with me, why did i deny him for so long Today is so new, and so is the gift to come, my present I know him now, his eyes are made of broken stars that feed on dreams His voice is truly enchanting, he is a poet, his verse shakes my spirit He holds my heart, slowly they both come to me in aid I could never run away from them, for that poet i speak of is me I am the verse that shakes souls, the verse that makes minds imagine dreams to be Let the old days hold back the memories when i knew him not I am eduardo, and the poet inside me is eddie together we are edward From here and on i hold my pen, and my heart is with me once again The battle is over between us, i love myself again