A new day
There I go,
struggling with my pen.
Trying to tell the same old story
perhaps in a different way again.
There is no hidden agenda
to prove my love
Here is my submission
You can leave it on the table if you must.
This is my own reflection,
my love for you.
It does not wear out over time.
But burns out of its own stride,
every single day,
like lightening in its blaze.
Only to relive this madness called love, again.
So, do as you must,
as I will stress no more.
Accept nature’s call for the storm
with arms wide open at the door.
Its a new day today
so I won’t spend it,
being afraid of the dark ahead.