You, your eyes,
They just keep me alive.
Your arms keep me from deception,
Your words hide me from the lies.

But you deny,
Each and every one of my tries,
And when I finally get ahead,
You stop and pull me behind.

I get stung,
In each battle that is won,
'Tween these raging thoughts of old,
And webs conflicting as they're spun.

Your words,
Like the bubonic plague,
Most go straight to the heart,
Some hit like a sonic wave,

And knock me down,
Not the words or lovely sound,
But the mismatching of emotion,
In these slips my love drowns.

But I fight,
To find my way to the light,
This sun that is your love.
A healing that is real, feel from above,
That keeps me down.