Stranded in Reality

speaks so eloquently
he has a certain way with words
paints a picture
not the slightest bit distained
he uses his art to express his pain
pain and beauty put out for all to see
it is all so clear to me
how he writes
how he sings
he has a certain way with things
as the acts transpire
the burn of my desire
leaves my heart blistering
the wounds are festering
until every emotion spills over
my paintings are so rudimentary compared to his
his vocal talent makes my head spin
figuratively not literally
therfore he makes you think
polished and perfected he sings it all to me
though he doesnt know it
and maybe never will
hwords are what completes me
hes savin me from hell
on the walls when i sleep
hes watchin over me
until i hear him speak
im stranded in reality