i smile and turn away,
my heart flickering.
and as we walk away,
we both look back
for one last goodbye
and grin.
we are two stars in love with each other's brightness.
i open my door
and still i am thinking about you.
your smell still hovers around me
and my smudged lipstick
provides evidence of our love.
immediately i pull out my phone to text you,
only to find a text that reads
'i love you'.
and i know that we will shine forever,
lighting up the world.

Her hand in mine, fingers interlocking in a position that seems so natural to us now. In the heat of summer they stick, our palms sticky from sweat as the sun beats down. But I don't mind, as long as her hand is in mine.

Her smile as she laughs at one of my stupid jokes, and I smile back. My arm round her waist as we cuddle up in the warmth of my bed, outside the trees turn all shades of autumn and slowly deposit leaves onto my driveway. But it's okay, as long as next to me she lays.

Her cheeks, rosy from the cool of the air as we lay together under the stars. I gently wrap my scarf around her neck, shivering a little at my own loss of warmth. But I don't care, as long as it is my clothes she wears.

Her eyes, fluttering peacefully as she naps next to me. It has been months apart, so much lost time for us to make up. She shifts, sleepily curling up against my body. My arm is crooked at an angle so I can play with her hair. But I don't mind, as long as she is just fine.

i traced the lines of your lips

your fingertips

and fireworks exploded in my chest

i never thought home would mean this

home is your arms

my home is you

my biggest fear used to be love

and now its the fear of losing yours

i remember the first time

i told you i loved you

it was two weeks in

and i was certain

its been two months

and i have never been more right

home.....

that is where i want to be...

**right now.

I haven't picked up the pen
in quite some time

It seems as if I'm forgetting
that poetry is everything I used to be

Writing was my escape
And now I feel more than I can take

Now, I'm picking up the pen
Telling my emotions

Explaining the writers block that controlled me

I will finally start again

Do you see how blue the sky is, not a cloud around.
A beautiful day, with only the calming sounds.
The birds are chirping, the gently breeze flowing.
The sun is shining and the grass is growing.
Clouds slowly move across the expanse of blue.
Casting huge shadows, sometimes over you.
One rain drop falls down through the air.
You feel the water on you, slowly wetting your hair.
The clouds darken the suns rays as they disappear from sight.
And on top of that, it is slowly becoming night.
You get inside, where it is bright, dry, and warm.
All of a sudden that rain becomes a storm.
I pillar of wind heading your way.
You know you wouldn't survive, so there is no reason to stay.
You walk outside and begin to run.
Getting cold once again without the light of the sun.
You watch the pillar of wind rip through your home.
You are stuck outside in this wasteland, forced to just roam.
So you sink to the puddle forming beneath your feet.
So helpless, alone, and cold you begin to weep.