Poetry

Like a pot boiling in the depths of my belly
I feel heavy, yet light
Floating in mid-air
I feel like I’m flying
But ready to fall at any moment
My heart’s on fire

You called me out in the midst of plenty
Picked me, singled me out of the crowd,
Called me by name, saying
"I love you, I want you to be mine."

It's been long since we've done this
You've gotten used to it
I remember the days we'd talk about it all day,
Even take a chunk of the night too

From the first dawn at the start of it all
To the day the sun will take its much needed rest
In the days I feel like I do nothing but fall
To the days I feel alive, at peace and at rest

She walks like a Queen
Talks like a Queen
Sings like a Queen
Writes like a Queen
Even her voice
Is sweet like that of a queen

Sitting down on the icy cold floor
Eyes closed lost in the day before
Darkness fills my eyes,
When I stand up and walk,
Won't I stumble and fall