She Makes Me

Sometimes I feel held hostage

between hurt and joy,

sorrow and bliss.

How our paths have overlapped

lets me know that

soul mates do exist.

Our story is pretty dope -

two broken hearts

mended by music.

Instead of allowing the pain to crush her,

she made a conscious decision to use it.

I admire that.

We have a beautiful understanding

and a patience that only we share.

Some call her dark, but if that's so

then let me drown in her worst nightmare.

Let me wander through the valley of death,

at the end of my tunnel - she's the light.

One of the many things I love about her

is that she makes me wanna right...

..and I love to write :-)