Tom Cahill

My Savior

I am not one for words like this. But this is how I feel.
I hope that one day I can place a ring upon your finger.
For you are my love. My everything in time.
If it were not for you, I surely would have died.
A slow and painful death. Aching deep inside, Unwanted, unloved and truly hurting.
I am Happy to have met you. My dreams have finally come true.
I have a woman who loves me, and a reason to live.
I cannot stop thinking about the compassion you show and the care that you give.
You are the one that makes me whole.
You have captured my Heart and have touched my soul.
You are the one, god has sent from above.
The Angel I needed. Whom I do Love.
The sound of your voice is my one true slice of heaven.
Listening to you breath, makes my heart leap.
You are the only one i know,
that makes my heart beat fast and yet so slow.

Asian Persuasion.

The sheer beauty of this delicate flower makes me weak.
My knees shake, temperature rises, and im unable to speak.
She has the softest of eyes, eyes one can easily lose thierself in.
Staring days on end, lost in thier dream inspiring effect.
The radiance of her smile, can make the gloomiest of days bright again.
Her presence alone numbs one of all pain, making her easy to respect.
She makes others happier, encourages smiles, and confidence.
It pains me to see this flower whither in the rain, gloomy from life's dispair.
Someone who brings so much cheer, should not suffer from life's trouble.
When i know you're down, it makes the pain in my heart double.
So when you're feeling lonely, afraid, upset or just need a smile.
Please do read this poem, and remember, you're loved by many.
With that all said, i must take the time, and let you know, I no longer lust for thee.
I do respect you very much. And hope that you can consider me a friend, through the thick and thin.
And if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or a voice of reason. Someone to talk to, or even to confess.
Ill be here for you Alisia. Boo. Kitt'n. Anyway ya cut it. You're my friend.

SUICIDE

Here I sit alone, and pondering my existance.
Hurting deep inside, wishing it to subside.
Pain burning and building all within my being
A battle raging within my head, and Im losing, soon to be dead
Just another casualty of War by the enemy within
Knowing I can end it in an instant
In one hand I hold a Weapon of War
Locked and Loaded, ready to take another life
With the barrel in my mouth and a finger on the trigger I sit there
Simply thinking of a reason to keep on fighting
A breeze blows across the battlefield clearing the air
It is truly are dark time for all involved, the air is as cold as Ice
And for once with a clear sky, the two armies within can see thier foe
Self realization takes over, and for the first time they all finally know
They are fighting a fruitless war, torn apart fighting themselves
Now i Know my reason, I am clear of the charge of self treason
I slowly take the gun from my mouth, and set it aside.
It really sucks in life when one man can go from Suicide to Safety.
This is one soldier who will make it home Safely.