Time and time again I find myself,
Repeating the words I often let loose,
From my lips of which a million sonnets,
Speak through ashy remains of fire.

Yet here I am again lost in my own mind,
The touch of the wind forcing me to gain a trust,
Between myself and the nature that surrounds,
Its broken beauty seeping through remnants.

Your heart is that of silver,
Expensive but not quite a golden artwork,
As one I would find in the national gallery,
To feast my eyes upon its rituals.

Yet here I sit upon the ground,
As you stand above me with a gaze of a million kisses,
And I wonder what my life would be this day,
If we hadn't crossed paths the next.

I wonder how much damage you have endured,
And then I look back at my own and realise,
I am a broken mess of forgotten dreams,
A hopeless reality shattered by grace.

Yet here I continue to sit,
The goosebumps trailing my arms like snakes,
An analogy that frightens me,
Just as your love scares me to the bone.

Chance after chance,
Time after time,
I run back to your perfect eyes and charming smile,
Because you help me to forget who I really am.

You bring out my smile and banish my selfish ways,
You allow me to remain myself yet different at the same time,
And I cannot help,
But love you...

I fell in love with a blue ocean devil
I gave him my all but he let me drown.
And when he came around I held myself and trembled
I fell in love with a blue ocean devil.

He hit me in waves and I swallowed the salt
I gagged and retched, rid my body of pain
With a smirk his face expressed no shame
"You know all this"
He uses a finger to circle the air
"Isn't my fault"

I  was the one who fell in love with a blue ocean devil.

His smile can cure cancer.
He's the prettiest shade of
handsome. Probably if he
asks me to dance with him ,
from excite i would't know
how to answer. A collection
of beautiful cells , stars and
atoms , that's what he's made
of. Skin stretched perfectly
over his lovely bones and
wide manly shoulders. Curls
looking like wild flowers hanging
up in his hair. He's the most
prettiest man that God has ever created. He's a flawless doll above
us all. Sometimes one could say he's like poetry but i won't deny he's better than what the poets wrote back in
the old centuries. Starting with Shakespeare and ending up with Edgar Allen Poe.  A fine piece of
art is what i could say to define
his kind. But above this all he's the love of my life because he's the
fairest of them all* ~