Sometimes whispers grow into shouts,
Though the wind can carry both.
But can a message be pinned and sent?
The wind blows free fast and far...
Can I have the vain hope to attach to it
Heavy words to you from me?

Since when does
Someone's looks
And physical and ****** appearance
Matter?

As long as your nice,
Understanding,
Basically have a beautiful soul
Now that's,
That's what matters most.

Written upon paper receipts
Where angelic kisses repeats,
Our love born upon cobbled streets
Emotions showing on backseats.

We were hearts in forward motion
Crashing on each, sand and ocean,
I drank you like a love potion
Affection riding emotion.

Could this one longing single kiss
Invoke such moments of pure bliss,
Distracted eyes of brown abyss
Lips joined once again reminisce.

One moment a seed was planted
Like a fairy tale love was granted,
Moment forever enchanted
With each new day love replanted

What's love got to do with it
Especially after a few drinks
The airs thick with it
Been in and out of too much
Confusion of one over the other
Let time tell what we mean
To one another
It's all here and gone
What's love got to do with it

She whispers charms to the wind
. . . from the second floor
fire escape

Her heart has been broken
so many times . . . now once more

His soul dances in the Aurora Borealis
and is challenged . . .
He can no longer be more ,
all is , born-as-all-is

He made and kept eye contact
He remembers , it is so strange
Hey ! . . . Hey !

Star's fire flickers faintly
for a faithless heart
So cold their breath upon my face
Their "kiss" feathers
faultless upon my lips

Ten good reasons to stay alive ?
To the rose that feeds the bee
"Streak the heart away . . .
Thy sting remember ?"

"You are deeper than my skin ,
YOU promised me !"