Hi there, friend.

Whoever you are you're living my dream.
You have a wife and kids

That's it.
You are fit and healthy.
No, not too wealthy but you're rich.

You got time for art
Time to love
Time to work but work
Work is on the back burner

Your stove is only to heat up the passion
Your bedroom passion
Love is your life
A perfect novel that puts a tear in your eyes
That's the latest fashion

And you're up on it
You smile always
You smile at memories
The smell of old notebook pages
Pages that hold the scent of your soul
and you're living my dream

You know?

She's mad
At me
Like a scientist
or that cow disease

Phone call
All gone wrong
Texts me next:
Good night, I'm upset

All I want for you is to talk to me
Just tell me how you feel
Don't worry what I say
And if what I say
Gets in your way
Just ignore it
We can talk ****
Me and you

To me
You are a glass vile
Filled with my life

My past and my future
My far fetched dreams
and fiercest fantasies
All bottled up

And you're falling
down from the heavens
a glass angel
only seconds
from the ground

You won't break
as long as I'm here
My dear
Have no fear

You shoot
into my chest
flying through
the darkness
of my big empty atrium

Land Autumn
at the bottom
soft and easy and waveless
you bob
in my lake of love

Change the name on the document.

Autumn, beautiful, creative, dancer
Everything I have ever dreamed of

Fresh, gentle, harmonious, incredible
Joyful morning pecks

Kisses, lips meeting now
Over the heads of everyone near

Place quiet rapturous sweet
Terrific morning kisses on mine

Understand, vigorous woman, exceptional
Yummy kisses like yours could make me

Zealous

I don't mean to trouble you,

But I think,
Personally,
That we should be together like the 2 V's in W.
You're on my mind every single moment.

If we we're the number 4,
I'll be the number 2,
and you'll be that too.
Except you'll be the exponent.

But we're so far apart.
You're supposed to be my counterpart.
Love has betrayed me
But I'll find it for you at the bottom of my heart.