My heart stays on a hill
always out of reach
just above the crashing waves
well below the lighthouse keep

Salt is thick in my veins
with lungs that breathe too deep
I can not turn back now
because the price would be too steep.

Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.

bad puns
finger guns
no apologies.

I can't stop dreaming of your arms around me,
A soft touch
Fleeting on my lips
Not lived enough when it was there
To fully remember.
I see myself kissing you
In third person,
Slow motion,
Like an old movie spinning
From reel to reel.
I stuff the covers in my mouth,
For a while I forget I'm alone.
And when our hands brush I know
You hear the thunder screaming
And I wonder why I have to leave
Every night, if I'll ever really find
The right time for you to be mine
Or if I'll always be pretending
Like I don't fall asleep
With your arms on my waist,
Your lips on mine

I waited everywhere for him
God it feels so good.
Scraping change from the holy fountain.
Pennies make prices.