I want to make you understand,
How you can make me sway,
With only a glance,
Of your cold dark eyes,
I'll sway to the beat of your heart,
Which races when I feel the hidden curves of your body,
And we'll sway together,
To the heart beat of the people.

I'll compare your beauty to art,
And you'll silence me,
For my words are too bitter sweet,
But I'll always try to make you my muse,
Even if you won't admit to your bitter sweet looks.

The crow's call echoes travel on the bitter breeze of a September morning. the breeze travels far, then there is silence.

There was never a story so happy or so
Sad
as the one written the day She
Left.
Our coffee kisses tasted like hot chocolate;
Bitterly
sweet because She always added a double shot of
Espresso
and never told me. Her hair was a frazzled
Mess
because we had stayed up too late and slept for far too
Long.
She smelled like my favorite book and her
spine
was just as familiar. The day
Previous
She hugged me until I shook. I think I
Cried
too. That morning her October eyes looked
deadened
by winter. Our season had passed, and now She's
happy.
I wish her well. I always have, but the espresso
stained
my teeth. Her words stained my mind, and She stained my
Soul.