When the morning comes
and with it my light
many thoughts,
my mind views
I am touched by words,
that I see, sometimes hear
bringing pleasure to me
each day, new
each part of me
that is given or shared
comes from deep
inside my skin
rhythmic music
is coursing my veins
originating from
heart, that's within
so to say "it's not"
or "it's only", those words
can sting, can swell me,
my hurt
and it's moments like those
that I feel in distress
knowing only these
issues to skirt
am I "only" to you?
is that all that I "am"?
if that's so, tell me now
it's okay
I can live with those words,
and will hurt for awhile
for tomorrow's
another day.