if asked say not what you really think or thought for times come so quickly and knowledge fades so fast all it takes is a head turn or gulp and it is all gone seems alien what you gathered so carefully with great fuss and bother drifts away without even a glimpse back or a simple wave...
goodbye...
love ones... lovers... great sounds... tastes... temptations ways of thinking lusting finding groping sleeping dreaming staying awake... dancing laughing... acting the fool... going silent writing down... looking up... taking sides... letting out... taking in fighting wanting, remembering and forgetting all so you can say
I write poetry, Just not for everyone, to cry, or to laugh, or to feel for me, But for myself, To read them later, to recall the times, I was happy, or In pain, reminding myself, to look up, and move on.....
I want to tell you stories of how I dream to be great encourage me to reach them with you in each passing days. I want to hear you giggle at my lame jokes laugh on how corny they were declare that I'm better in somewhere else and that I should quit it but I will still going to tell you more. I want to cuddle you at night whisper sweet nothings until you fall asleep in my arms hear you snore watch you in the dim light watch you stay safe by my side. I want to wake up next to you the first thing I'm going to see as I open my eyes was your taunting huge brown eyes twinkling brighter than the morning star the first thing I could touch would be your porcelain skin to prove to me that the last night was not a dream. I want to love you. But each time I close my eyes I see my hair in the sheets tangled with amber strands and yours are *jet black.
Have you ever heard the birds sing? Everyone is always listening to Lifeless steel hanging at their side; It follows as they switch their hip And walk on by. Sometimes, I wonder, Why haven't you heard the birdsong?
we were really great together, like coffee and the morning, but I am greater on my own, like hot cocoa and the winter. our love was a controlled campfire flame, but I am a wildfire. I do not need your love in order to burn bright. I am fine without you.