A Man Cannot Live With Only Food And Water Poem by moemedi lynx magoro

I haven't slept in days because of the thoughts my brain keep making of you.
I resist the urge to drown in my feelings and baptise myself in figurative images of seeing myself with you.
I know you wait somewhere out there for me so patiently.
I know you wait beautifully in a red dress wearing your heart pleasantly.
I have come to a conclusion that you're a happily depressing part of my life since we met.
I am but a man and man cannot live only with food and water.
A man has to be a better provider and a shelter in the coldest weather.

A man cannot seem to shake the feeling that even though he is mortal he has to leave behind something of value on earth.
It's the hurt I feel that makes me understand that not confessing my feelings will kill me with every taken breath.
I would like to call you the only exception because for the first time I feel undoubtable butterflies.
Since me, I have never felt the need to compromise myself for what then seemed like worldly love lies.
I feel that you're the one who will steal my heart and leave it damned if you break it.
I want to also be part of the world that says I love you to someone else.
Sing December Christmas carols.

If this day can be written in the history books of poetry it will be the first time I write a love letter.
I was afraid to love or maybe it's because I never felt love and never knew how it should be landscaped better.
There is always a bit of heaven everywhere you are because I feel safer like I know when I'm with my mother.
I've heard that if she's the perfect one for you then she should in you evoke the spirit of your mother.
Its days like these I hate my life and feel as if I'm very vulnerable.
Is this why I was unable to feel love and always locked my heart in a box buried under the rubble.

These feelings make me realise I am but a man who cannot only survive only with food and water.
They seem to be the reason why I feel weak with my shoulders against the wall in the corner.
I've lived my life like a ghost that has a journey with no tail or heard.
I've finally seen that a man cannot only live with only water or bread.
This heart beats the strangest of beats and makes me shake in my boots.
It's fine though I see greatness in this new discovered flower and its shoots.
I believe that I will build the best life with God as my rock and you're my roots.

I'm finally founding out that me not believing in love makes my beliefs so wrong.
Since I have to say what I need to say I'm just sorry that this letter has to be so long.
I've finally written the first poem about love and I feel I'm happy about it and feels so strong.