.
If our eyes
Should latch
Whilst pretending
To gaze unconcerned,
On some inconsequential street
Into days with sun and rainbows,
Dandy as lions on fields of praise,
Magical in bluish skies, mysterious
As eyes grasping without guile nor plan
Nor pains, then we might love as birds low,
Sing above, then we might truly be, become
Alive in the light of another lone, pining star
Under the infinite, shining, unruly heavens.

I'll always want you
even when all alone
aching in my bones
heart full of stones

I'll always want you
with my dark red lips
full of poems
and secret scripts

I'll always want you
with all my fears
standing under the sky
full of tears

I'll always want you
even if you think you don't
or I


a.b

But it is one of the most pleasurable things to do.

We strive, thrive
In the face of
Doom and gloom.

"What is loves biggest fear?"
He whispered.


"Time."
She spoke back.

i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.