Poem in Three

If I can write this in five
My mind's a bee hive
If I write this in four
I will be on the floor
If I write this in three
I am such a busy bee
If I write this in two
No it wouldn't do

The Thrill Is Gone

The thrill is gone
The legend remains
King played it right
Got us all playing that way

Hold my hand now
I can be a child
Come to me darling
Need you to hold me tight

This day ends empty
Weekends usually do
I know that you love me
Darling I love you too

I dream of happiness
When you come here
I need you now babe
Need you to quell my fears 

Bad Days

Some days are tougher than the others
Those days when it all comes down
When it becomes too heavy to hold up
Too painful to hold back the tears
Times when patience drags like an anchor
Time moves slowly and keeping busy is the only solution
A precarious balance to maintain
Between falling into the depths of my darkness
Or burning out like fingers too close to the flame
I will sit this out for as long as it takes
Though I may need to sit down once in awhile
Acknowledging within my chest the stagnant sigh
Just to tell you that this feels terrible
And it's okay to say I do

Nothing to Hide

Sometimes it feels like all I am is a collection of references
Both popular and obscure
Comic jabs and spikes of laughter distract with their camouflage
Hiding from almost all, the true state of turmoil and unrest within
Except from the one who bothered to open the book and read
The art of hiding isn't perfected around you
Where I hide in plain sight is exactly where you see me, in plain sight
As true as I see you, your face a mirror of your state of mind
A terrible liar you are to me, sometimes it is too easy
There is no reason to hide of course
Physically and mentally we lie naked in front of each other
Nothing to hide and nothing to fear
Let us stay forever here