Author: headgeek

In the wound itself we find the cure, The problem presenting a solution. Always keep your intentions pure, And discover your own resolution.

I looked into your eyes and saw Heaven Then into your soul and felt your pain. The very fabric of my reality is riven, Yet I would experience it all over again For in love only the crazy are truly sane.

You escape to your princess fantasy While I bring my empire to reality We both want what can never be A fairy tale, for you and me.

Musashi and The Fisher Played games, Toyed with opponents And won in the mind, Breaking spirits As you broke mine.

The Wounded King sits, bleeding out As his life drips, Draining his heart and soul But undying, waiting Hoping and praying For the healing That only you can bring After the harm.

There are only two choices: The easy way or the right path. One is a way of fear The other the road of love. The easy street rarely leads To the good place, But love is the way To all good things No matter how rough the road.

The wounded hero Striving to save the Princess Bleeds from hurts unseen.

My spirit is broken  Like your moral compass is, So directionless.

You desired to be someone’s everything, Yet when you were mine It was not enough. And so I am nothing.

My heart is broken My spirit leaking I care for nothing Because I cared Too much for you.