Poems about reason

The real reason
We'll never work out
Is that I'm into you
And you're into yourself.

Don't matter, what hand you use?
I accomplish my mission.
Don't matter, what finger you choose?
I get the job done.

You just the deciding factor.
I acted upon your action.
I've done in gangsters, presidents and politicians.

Carried legal and illegally.
Carried openly and hidden too!

I make the weak feel brave.
And the secure feel weak.
Make many comes to a quiet and afraid to speak.

Doesn't matter the name i carry upon the barrel.

Cause it doesn't matter when they six feet deep.
And i'm the reason.

When I am gone, for hours at a time,
Shopping for my next decorative fix,
You never once ask me, "Where have you been",
You simply kiss me, and say "I'm glad you are back"
If I loved you any more, I'd probably have a heart attack...
But I am not afraid... I know your love would resuscitate me.
For the kisses you grant me, they elevate me.
I float on a cloud of your love, never fearing falling...
Because the safety net of your love, protects me...
I plummet into your arms, and your kisses always save me.

What has changed?
Are those the things?
Or else is it you?
If not is it me?

I really don't know
I want to burst out
Although I did it many times
I feel like to do it again and again

I wish I knew what has changed
And I wish I knew why too

I'll cry away all these days
Oh just let me lay in peace
Leave me alone, just let me deal with it.
I know I'll fail but I can't handle the pressure you put on me.

Oh just let me fail, its my decision right here, right?
I can't breathe anymore, maybe this is my reason.
Finally, I have a reason.
Its all worth the feeling, oh I can feel it all now.

If you gave me a breath, maybe it would become life.
The life could enter this bruised, dying soul.
I can't even believe this could all end,
But maybe if I remembered it would all come to pass...

Perhaps the reason,
Why I find flowers,
So simple yet beautiful,
Is not because of their beauty,
But because of how easily they can be created,
At the fingertips of myself.

Perhaps the reason,
That I find myself,
So insignificant,
Is not because of my insecurities,
But because of anothers perception.

Perhaps the reason,
May never be known.

All that's nice
Flavores n spice

I stare at this visage.
Always perplexed by those eyes.
Staring back at me.
You can"t face this.

My mind, convoluted, confused, lost
Hearing words that are never spoken.
Dry to the tongue
Something and beating
Empty words, full, but lost

Change has consumed this
Anger filled in every crevice
Acceptance a fleeting memory
Forever afraid of this bliss

All a stationary thought
Valing the empty mind
Moving in her
Lost what I have nought

What is the reason?
Moving and dreaming
Explosive and extensive
I finally destroy you

I finally have a reason.