Lurking in the shadows
Black hate slythers behind me.
It eats away at memories dipped in poison.
Created from the depths of regret,
Thriving off old rotted expressions of what once was.
This is my darkness,

My darkness that has been defeated.
Her angelic expression of everything beautiful,
Ignites the past into nothing more than ash.
A subtle kiss evolves this wasteland into an abundant paradise.
You are my constant remedy and waterfall of hope.

Our flame burns.
It burns while it rains chaos,
It burns in the greatest depths of the sea,
Let this be a reminder etched in eternity.

My keyboard is my piano,
You are the tempo.
Each letter an omnipotent gesture,
You are the rhythm.
My fingers fluttering, words cascading,
Music flowing, space imploding.
Tiny strokes, heart pulsating,
Quickly now, dont fall behind,
My wandering mind, simplified,
Superstitious and inconspicuous,
Tantalizing new beginnings,
Each endeavour so endearing.
Nothing more than tiny strokes.
I play for you.
Every rendition,
Every distinctive differentiation of anything beautiful
is for you.
The fincal act, don't stray too far.
Tomorrow is a new beginning,
and you are my star.

I wish I could give you the moon and all the stars, every day.
I wish I could dance with you in the rain every morning.
I wish I could give you the universe and everything inside it.
I wish I could give you more than anyone has ever given you.
I wish I could make your dreams more than just dreams.
There is nothing in this world that you don't deserve.

Wake up tomorrow like you are going to the moon.
Look at everything as if you are seeing it for the first time
and the last.
Tell someone they are beautiful.
Show someone how much you love them.
Stop and visualize the world around you.
Don't forget to wake up tomorrrow,  you're going too the moon.

Clouds of black,
Heavy rain.

Don't come back,
Please refrain.

Over the hills,
And next to the docks.

This is the place, now open the box.

He picked up the pen,
She arrived no later than 10.
His mind anxious and stray,
Her's was now day-to-day.
She was a traveler
He was a poet,
Some might say they did not even know it.
Although not many places were seen
And only a few poems were ever so keen,
They both found each other in a far off universe,
Deep in each others eyes, days just to converse.
Instantaneous extraordinary and ever lasting,
Just a few specks of what yearns in the stars, blasting.
This is not your typical tale,
This is the story of the boy and girl who would never ever fail.

Spending the day with your best friend and then kissing her on the lips is one of the best feelings in the world.

Only then you realize how lucky you really are.