Find Yourself

Thin, white sheets and still morning air,

I love the way you run your fingers through my hair.

Our awakening souls in the early morning hours,

Are holding the key for something greater to devour.

You twist one way as I turn the other,

I would do anything for you to no longer suffer.

You look into my eyes but not just the outside, 

You look further and deeper, 

Trying to look past what I hide.

You utter blank words, I gaze so confused.

When suddenly;

Take off the birds, your face so pale, ill and bruised

Your life in my hands but slipping through my fingers,

Our bed sailing from dry land yet your soul no longer lingers.

Soon we're out at sea, your body is here but you're no longer with me.

I cry and I weep. I pray and I fall deep.

I close my eyes to ease the pain and before I knew it, there was no more strain.

I look far into my thoughts all of them plain,

Everything that shined turned into rain.

How could I be so blind, with your body so still,

I set my hand onto your chest and take a look into your mind.

Nothing shows but grays and blacks,

The ground that I walk on, all the walls are filled with cracks.

I search for you only to discover,

It wasn't you who I was looking for, that was a cover.

All this time that I was trying to find you,

I was really trying to find
                 Myself.