Finding myself

Sitting in the dark at three in the morning

Wondering how she snuck her way into my head again

Finding a pen in the dark to relieve my mourning

Writing my words, my feelings, my love again and again

Leaving a trace for you to find

Hoping she likes me back I realize

She's not the one for the rhyme on my mind

Writing and writing eventually it hurts the eyes

Looking for the truth of the matter I rhyme, reason, and lie

To myself of all people. I lay in a shatter

Now and forever looking up to the sky

For my real reason. l need to clear this clatter

All of sudden it hits relieved I sigh

Knowing the secret I write on

Leaving my soul on paper

Leaving everything before dawn

Knowing there won't be a later

My body disappearing as I write

I leave the last of everything I have

My mind, my body, my sight

All that's left is on that paper it's all I have