Isn't it sad
When someone falls
And they get mad

Turning to blame
Anyone but themselves
Is to me a shame

When we fall
We learn
And can again stand tall
Unless we choose
To think we know it all

The word to describe
The beauty behind your eyes
Has to be stunning

Acknowledge fractals.
Infinity can be found,
In all small places.

It is not easy
To express
The way I see
Happiness

Heat
A property of matter
And its absence
Can make things easily shatter

Light
Waves and reflections
Without it
Dark is to be mentioned

Sorrow
Through my veins
Rotting and rusting
My wonderful brain

Sorrow
And the lack thereof
Turns my head
To smile at the sun

In this place
Housing history
The air seems still

From old coffee
And the cup where it rests
To the garment
Once embracing gentle *******
And many mens eyes

Left now
To hold tight
To a woman
Of plastic

Notes placed
And misplaced
Some to be seen
Behind a glass case

All things
To never change
Only occasionally
To be forgotten

The things you do
The things you see
They make not you
They make not me
What makes you
Is what you percieve

A sour day
Turns sweet
With every wonderful person
That I meet