she was not beautiful

she was the sun coming up
  on an early morning

she was the bloom of
        an april flower

she was the stars shining
  brightly through the midnight sky

she was the rainbow
  after the rain

she was the smile
  on my face that would
    never seem to go
      away.

'beautiful is just too over used, to describe her, so he used these words insead.'

Take me to neverland.**
I've spent my entire
life dreaming of neverland.
All you need is faith, trust
and a little bit of pixie dust.
I'll think of a mermaid lagoon,
underneath a magical moon...
If you'll be my star.
I can be you lost boy,
your last chance,
your "everything- better plan.''
Somewhere in neverland.
So come with me to neverland,
where dreams are born
and time is never planned.

How did drugs override your love to breathe?
Narcotics have been cut loose in your brain,
it's in your blood, running through your veins.
Smoke is hard to see through, it's hard to breathe in.
Chemicals weaken your already weakening heart.

I never dreamt of *******'s love,
Speed never made my heart skip a beat,
Ecstasy did not **** me.
Blood, bones and skin,
It was a person.

I remember the first time it looked into my eyes:
Serotonin buzzed in my brain,
my heart pumped as electricity,
my throat was cotton,
I bit my lip.
It was a person.

He didn't make the basketball cuts and that seems to be more important than the cuts i have on my arms and legs...

I say one thing and get yelled at for "making it about me"...

"I'm talking to your brother about HIS ****** day"

But you never seemed to care about all the ****** days i had.

The first thing you asked him was is he okay and did he need to talk about it at all.

All they asked me was how stupid could a single one person be...

Tiny whispers,
soft and subtle.
Bed frames,
a warming cuddle.
Soul pieces,
nose kisses,
cold feet,
one love puddle.

Confrontation,
elaboration,
dark secrets,
silent bracing.
Morning breath,
coffee grounds,
cigarrettes,
and carnal chasing.

Television,
Apple tarts,
Soft eyes,
and blunt smoke.
Crazy nights,
and tired days,
that is what I miss the most..

Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

We all seek something strange so satisfy those adrenalized thrills..