love note gone sour
Every once n a while
I become motivated, or inspired
It's brought on by most anything,
whether it be movies, eyes, or even being tired,
but thats not what this poems about
its about what i get inspire to do.
While most are inspired to write, draw, or even paint
I'm inspired to love.
As shallow and hollow as i may seem
Whenever I become inspired,
It's always to show someone how much they really mean to me.
This feeling comes instantly, and goes just as quick
I can be mid sentence, and lose whatever romantic though that had just been blazing inside my skull.
I will get side tracked, and think random things
whether it be of birds, or dirty lyrics,
without fail it will go,
and in its wake, I leave heart either broken
or beating with love
like the proverbial bull in a china shop
i go crashing through peoples hearts with recluse abandon
leaving behind me a streak of broken hearts and relationships
that was until I met the love of my life,
she stopped me dead in my tracks,
when around her i felt inspired
when away from her, i felt as a dog
put out in the cold as a punishment
for shitting on the masters carpet
Kelly was both my saving grace, and gods personal punishment to me
Kelly was mother natures subtle reminder
of all the hearts i left aching on the floor
she was all the inspiration i would ever need.
And now as the feeling fades ever so effectively from my weaving hands,
I bid this poem that has turned into a doorway to my soul to rest
I become motivated, or inspired
It's brought on by most anything,
whether it be movies, eyes, or even being tired,
but thats not what this poems about
its about what i get inspire to do.
While most are inspired to write, draw, or even paint
I'm inspired to love.
As shallow and hollow as i may seem
Whenever I become inspired,
It's always to show someone how much they really mean to me.
This feeling comes instantly, and goes just as quick
I can be mid sentence, and lose whatever romantic though that had just been blazing inside my skull.
I will get side tracked, and think random things
whether it be of birds, or dirty lyrics,
without fail it will go,
and in its wake, I leave heart either broken
or beating with love
like the proverbial bull in a china shop
i go crashing through peoples hearts with recluse abandon
leaving behind me a streak of broken hearts and relationships
that was until I met the love of my life,
she stopped me dead in my tracks,
when around her i felt inspired
when away from her, i felt as a dog
put out in the cold as a punishment
for shitting on the masters carpet
Kelly was both my saving grace, and gods personal punishment to me
Kelly was mother natures subtle reminder
of all the hearts i left aching on the floor
she was all the inspiration i would ever need.
And now as the feeling fades ever so effectively from my weaving hands,
I bid this poem that has turned into a doorway to my soul to rest