Tomorrow yearns for today's joy
It always asks for more
At the end of the day,
It's your choice

The sun rises to see your smile
It makes it shy
The moon loves its glow
And the glistening of your eye
Your beauty illuminates
I hope it never dries or dims
Sweet Lullaby
Your face pleases my eye

Just a few characters
And I feel like I know you.
I've had encounters before your beautiful eloquence.
And now I sit in poisonous pestilence.
Because I think love is in the air.
But love was never there.

As we spend time together,
I want to learn your ticks
While my heart talks.
May our days pass
Every second well spent.
Make our love last
Even if our clock stops...
Restart.

Your evergreen is my ecstasy

I just want to be cared for
and I have to admit it
I want a free spirit
I've denied it for so long
what lingered was my need
to be honest
and believe
that I can't just live "me"
But enjoy life with other beings
I just want to be...
Cared for. Thought of...
I just want to be...
Loved.

From the time we met
Till before we split
I always wanted what was best
Though our end was not the greatest
Seeing where you're at now
I feel peace
I'm glad you're doing well
May we one day meet again
Old friend...

Are beautiful...
Over the time you get to know them.
Are trouble...
Once you thought you knew them.
Are fun...
At the right moments.
Are understanding...
When you share your experiences.
Are confusing....
Because they can change in an instance.
All this to say that love can still remain.

Matches constantly lit
No char
No ash

Unscathed

No fire
No ember
Just memories it gave

We rarely talk
We've had memories
Some bittersweet

You're the song on repeat
And I want it to stop
Get it off my mind

No longer do I want this lullaby

Counterfeit Dreams.

A love turned to mist.

A fun turned mundane.

You are my freedom
But
I miss my *******
And that is my sin

Sometimes I miss the switch I had to go numb
I remember the days when that feeling was all I wanted
When things would go wrong.

The strums of truth
Make my soul hum
The brutal tune
Of what once was
Will not become

In my lack of excitement
In my lack of motivation
The sweet sounds of disaster have binded me in isolation
The demise of motion has paralyzed uplifting truth
****** by my own muse