Bad, Cheesy Poetry

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You are dawn's first rays

At the start of my days 

I couldn't list all the ways 

You put me in a craze

You put me in a daze 

My demons, you raze

 

When my feelings get fickle,

Like when rain starts to trickle,

My self-hate you've learned how to cripple 

My depression needs to die; you are death with her sickle 

 

You've found a way to tame the lions of my mind 

Once suicide-crazed, compassion you have helped them find 

And I wish I could repay it all back to you in kind 

You've given me your best so I guess I'll go ahead and ease your stress and give you mine 

I say it all the time

 

I'm a love-sick-junkie 

lookin' for a fix

But I must've gotten lucky,

Cuz you, I didn't miss

 

My heart bleeds love and my mind seeks truth

Funny how they led me straight to findin' you

Yes it's true

As the grass is green and the skies are blue, 

I'm in love with you

 

Writing bad, cheesy poetry at 7 in the mornin'

When I'm without you, my heart starts its yearning 

The flame in my chest, it begins a burnin'

When I get that first text from you? My brain starts whirlin'

 

You're a magnum opus, 

Or a Black Lotus,

You are beautiful and rare, I think that you should know this

And your strength is remarkable, to the struggle you're not a novice 

 

You help me see the best in me 

You help me fuel my dopamine 

You've helped me see who I can be 

You've helped me set my lost heart free 

 

I'm an addict with a pen 

Sometimes I look forward to the end 

But you give me reason to extend 

This life I sometimes wish to suspend 

 

I can be quite dramatic

My feelings are never static 

Hyperactive bursts of mania 

Followed by depressive attitudes all up in my crania

 

And you sit through it all,

Answering my call 

You catch me when I fall,

You're there when I bawl 

 

I could just go on and on,

Writing until dawn 

Even as I start to yawn 

I continue to fawn 

Maybe I'm already too far gone 

 

You are the calm sea under a shining moon 

You are the birds singing in the afternoon 

You are the scent of every flower that blossoms in June 

Creator truly blessed me, when They led me to you