PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Something needs to be done. this feeling of wasting away is killing me,
at first it was only supposed to be one, yet now it's up to three,
no motivational role model growing up, so I must make it from inside,
at least I know how not to be, never risk a shot at my pride,
I don't want to live like my mother, never was sober to give a shit,
and jut when he seemed to settle down, she jut got up and quit,
I don't want to live like my father, perfect example of what not to do,
every time you tell me something, I don't know if it's ever true,
I just want to live like a on, a brother, a friend,
make my body straight and true, jump into the deep end,
gasping for air and trying to swim up, but I see nothing changing,
but I will never quit, never give up, even when my thoughts are ranging,
they end up on your face, your green eyes, and your perfect seeming mouth and nose,
hair that always seems to lay in the right position, even your micro toes,
then everything that a couple minutes ago, was all falling apart,
suddenly turns emotions into music, as my guitar awakens and starts,
strum a couple chords, sing a couple tunes,
why fight one another, when we've learned how to spoon,
a day in my thoughts, a day in my life,
would lead any other man, towards much despair and strife,
but when you cry I cyph, push on forward with nothing but an assist,
now leaping obstacles seems possible, and healing will start with a kiss.