Each morning I wake,
And begin the day,
Though I share this life with others,
I'll only ever see,
Out of the eyes I own,

Thus I wonder,
Perhaps I'm alone?

Is it love?
I ask myself each morning,
Do I trust?
Him? Myself?
My feelings?

Perhaps it is or perhaps it's not,
Whatever it is,
It's beautiful.

I knew my mother once,
Her kindness and simple true advice,
I knew her habits and laughs,
And her love of cooking, family, and life,

She would speak of love,
And reached out to me,
She saw my struggles clear,
I would pour myself into her lap,

And then she was gone,
I don't recognize her now,
Hate and scrutiny filled her heart,
She leaves for weeks at a time,

I miss my mother dearly,
As does my father,
I'm afraid for her,
Why did she leave her sanity?

Please fair partner, help a soul whom is stricken,
Bend down as I lay here and yelp solemnly fading,
Hurry before I succumb to the pain and infliction,
Assist a fellow player in delaying an early ending,

Do you not remember me aiding you previous?
Have you forgotten our loyalty, our engagement?
My willingness to fight does not make me impervious,
Not to bother and beg but I’m fading into pavement.

My vision has turned a deep shade of ****** red,
An ombre of grey is mixed as seconds tick by me,
These hands clutch and contain a weapon great,
Show mercy fellow samaritan, stop to save thee,

Give me the savior’s juice, dying is simply no fun,
Please good teammate, revive I have the raygun..

I found that necklace today,
The one that told everyone I was yours,
The first name before the last,
A relic of a beautiful idea,

But when I found the necklace,
I also found the heartbreak,
The nights and days I cried alone,
When I would sleep to lessen the pain,

The name you gave me was never mine,
It always belonged to you,
Each time you said it belonged to me was a lie,
Yet I was a fool and wore it around my neck,

And now I've thrown it away,
Just as you did me,
And that beautiful lie of forever.

It's the small things,
That make the best memories.

The smell of cocoa beans,
That takes you back to that day sledding,
And the cup of hot chocolate afterwards,
The love of a warm home.

The taste of grape juice and rice crackers,
That makes you remember grandma,
Her beautiful kindness she shared,
Because she loved your visits.

The old dusty truck,
Dented and rusted in places,
But you remember the camping trips,
And how dad loved to take you,

The amazing smell of garlic,
Nights when you came home starving,
And mom made the most delicious spaghetti,
And you tasted love in each bite.

And sometimes it's even less than that,
Maybe someone shared a smile with you,
Held the door open for you,
Or waved a hello.

Give a stranger a happy memory,
So they know someone cares,
Because they may not have very many,
And everyone deserves to feel love.

When I was weak,
He took it upon himself to be my strength.