It Feels Like A Suicide

How many times could I tell you I love you,

Before do you truly understand the depth?

There’s no way for me to open up and

show you what’s inside,

And no other way you’ll know what’s felt.

I feel your lips and visions fly,

Their warmth ignites a thousand sparks.

A poet I’m not, and no superstar,

Just your wife lying awake in the dark.

How many times could I say that I need you,

Could you really know how much?

You’ll never know just how far down I’ve been,

Because you’re always there to lift me up.

I feel your skin and my mood explodes,

I can’t take the heat inside my mind.

When we make love, it’s more than making love,

Sometimes it feels like a suicide.