I miss that heat!
That warmth!
When I did dissolve.
When like a liquid once.

She's a pure hearted girl
with the happiest soul
She talks to the moon
listens to the trees
speaks with the animals
and compliments the flowers

Yet, often she feels sad
because she loves too much
and thinks too deep
Her nights are sometimes dark
But every time
she pulls herself back together
and decides
that her personality
is too positive
to be so negative.

L.C.

If your care for me depends on your own interests of subject and time, I think it's called control instead.

L.C.

The star lit night blurs
I say sweet dreams on a breath
Past the edge of fear