The Dagger Poem by Shyanne Morreau

numbness overcomes my will to fight
but i see you are holding me, i know im alright
your arms are the heaven that i know of best
like a potion of healing, you raise my last breath
and i can see the tears in your eyes
containing a diamond that lets me not die
and all i can feel is the warmth of your heart
burning through your chest upon my skin, healing my scars
for so long i have sat there crying alone,
hopeing and praying that there was someone
and now you are here clung to me not letting me go
and suddenly i realize, suddenly i know
your words are a dagger that you slice open me
but a dagger of love that turns me clean
and all this time i have only known just the half
and there are words to be spoken but you too know that
and yes i am reaching out for your hand
and words i wish to speak i will bellow to all the land
you are so much of what i have always wanted, i pray this is real
and im desperately calling to all that will hear
i must speak to the world and show my delight
and in you i know i can trust, i confide...