I've hid myself for long cold days
Watching as the wind writes plays
In spring again, I let hope seep through
I'll pretend, I'm at home with you
But I feel it's untrue
I hide myself convinced of the chill
In fear of a world filled with ill will
I dream of a light, idealistically bright
But try as I might, the projections not right
I give myself the slight
I beat myself thoroughly
Thinking its desired
Hopes of a light
Have all but expired
But the fire is waning
The logs are too wet
Drying so slowly
By the coals they are set
My weeping persists
And makes worse of the issue
Using wet logs
As a bludgeoning tissue
I shed blood sweat and tears
But there's nothing to mourn
A humble sweet care
Will get this fire to form
What gift do I have the power to give
If I can not get this fire to live
The intention is clear, expression is not
Filled with sheer fear, false battles are fought
I'm setting traps for my own legs to be caught
I am filling myself with a false loves' heat
Ideas and addictions I'm doomed to repeat
I long to indulge, and force them away
As I divulge, I wish you would say
...I love you anyway
