I felt you in my words, once
And so that is why I continue to write

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk

The world rotated Enough
Jus so I could find You

She was my sun
I was lucky to cast
shadows
Against her brilliance
Her warm fingertips,
rays of light
Upon my skin.
Bathing me with glory
Resplendent
Morning light.
A universe of harmony
Sown over my
chaos black soul.
Each word now fading
As the light.
Back to a sunless
Existence —
Ugly reality in my veins.
Colder for having known
Her.
An unlikely conjunction
Unforgotten.
I search the sky
Each day
Knowing she won't return.

If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.

You were not supposed to be here,
But you stayed,
And now you're the most beautiful thing I can say that's mine.