come at her like
Whats your name?
What you in to?
naw thats not ganna work
got to get those words that ganna get you
Thinkin Thinkin
hold you like the pedals i'll never bruise
Naw to deep thats way to soon
how can i do this
step up to the table like hello my name is Luis  
man im like ***** this
stressing to much thinking to far
gotta act quick before another dude raises the bar
I got it i got it i'll dance for her
naw got to think out the box
done thinkin ... i'll just wright a poem
Send her my thoughts.
End it with XOXO i like you a lot.

Once again I find my self sitting peering toward the horizon watching the world turn. Patiently waiting for the moment it will stop. Hoping that time will not blind me with it's grains of sand, that bury me in doubt with every passing second. The wind dances with the trees. Grabbing my eyes almost intentionally, to distract me from my view with no prevail.

Its at days end and I glance at the horizon. My stomach fills with butterflies, I see the sunset, she is beautiful! The light of the sunset falls on me sending chill's up my back. I look deeply in to her light, her eyes are breathtaking. I begin to walk toward her. Time stops as I feel the curves of the clouds against the palms of my hand. She seems so close, but like the line of the horizon she recedes the closer I walk to her.

I walked a hundred miles holding my heart in my hand. Falling with the sunset handing her my love. In return she only leaves a cracked heart from love fallen.

Night has come and my chance with her my sunset has gone. I lost the horizon but gained the night sky. With it my true love. A shooting star that has fallen for me.

I can not keep it bottled in side me.
Leaking drops lead to spilt words on open ears.
I empty my soul and filled your glass.
Leaving me with doubts and fears of if you will share it's taste.

Paranoid by piercing eyes and broken whispers.
My palms begin to cry, my mind races.
I am silent but my thoughts scream.
In your ears i gave my trust and only asked .....can you keep a secret?

Love is not the feeling of vulnerability from shields and armor fallen but rather the ability to care unconditionally.
God's gift of love is not about receiving it is about giving anything in return is only extra.

my palms are wet
my mouth is dry
thought are set
i got to try
i walk colser
mouth is shut
she walks closer
with a strut
eyes are open
her's are to
now I'm Hopin
words come out true

As I wonder why
With the tide the moon never reside
As I wonder why
The moon pulls the tides  
As I wonder why
my fellings i choose to hide
As I wonder why
you could want such a guy
As I wonder why
I choose to waist my time
As I wonder why
You begin to decide
As I wonder why
With that guy and not with me you choose to reside

Walking in I can hear the echo of foot steps as my feet hit the ground.
On one knee I feel the floor.
The grains of the wood grip my hand and souls of my feet.
The smell of sweat and blood feel my nose giving me thoughts of past triumphs.
The sound of the beat molds my body and gives me emotions and memories of past and current experiences.
The room is enclosed amplifying the sound and gives me a feeling of solitude.
Watching my reflection for errors and seeing none.
Falling and rising from the floor as if she was my partner in a dance I wished never ended.
She is my canvas my body is the brush and the music is my inspiration.