Wether it's a peck
Or a long make out session
Under the stars
They all feel the same:
Every time my lips touch any
Part of your body I feel as if I have melted
Into your skin and am pouring into your pores.
I am traveling though your blood stream
Surfing on top of your blood cells and I am
Trying to seep into your heart
To be purified by the beauty and love
That is being made inside of you.

I love kissing you because every time I do,
You reassure me that there is a heaven
Wether it be on your lips or in
The stars.

If you stand for nothing
you'll fall for anything.

Be who you are.
Don't let the world mold you.

Do what you love,
Not what the world loves.

Fight for what you believe,
not what you're told to

Hate can't drive out hate.
Only love can do that.

I should have been there,
to talk you out of it
but instead I wasn't and
you did what you regret
I should have been there
this mistake i will not forget
how can i earn forgiveness
for not talking someone
out of taking a blade to
their precious skin.

I wanted to write a poem about how I felt.
I sat there with a pen in my hand
And a blank piece of paper.

I then realized that was exactly how I felt.
And I was done.

Red and white lights passing in all directions
at speeds that shouldn't be humanly possible.
As I try to clear my head of any distractions,
the thought of what used to be is unstoppable.

A black blur whirling and winding all around me
reminds me that nothing good can ever really stay.
Occasionally, there are times when I simply can't see
just what trials and obstacles lie in our way.