I learn the stories

while I'm listening to them --


While I'm telling them.

Being fully healed from lovesickness is wanting to love but curiosity still wins every time.
She is vivacious with her dark blue eyes and slender body.
She is wants me to be more than friends with her.
She flirts with a smile and captures my heart.

I could write for you till my words bleed dry
When at my worst and I don't want to try
Just your voice will keep me going till the day I die
You empty a room with just your smile
Would it be wrong if I stayed with you for a while
No word is good enough to describe you and all you are
When the sky feels empty you're my shining star
I'll tell you this now and I mean it to be true
In a room full of art I'd only stare at you
I breath you in and breath you out
Trust me when I say you're all I think about

People who really know me ask, “Do you still write?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, “I’ve never been more inventive or less relevant.”