We've grown and we're growing.

Don't know where we're going.

My feelings are showing.

I'm flying. I'm floating.



The ocean is cold,

And i'm not losing hope.

I'm anchored to you,

Ain't no rocking this boat.



You see it approaching.

I'm watching you notice.

We both saw this coming.

Binocular focus.



Through hot and through cold.

Polar or solar.

Girl I see your beauty.

And I'm the beholder.

<3

Who can hate a Rose? For when it was younger,
with rows full of petals arose from its slumber.
Awakened to blossom. It's beauty exposed.
I dare not impose, but you can't hate a Rose.

Who hates the Sunflower that shines by the hour?
Though small in her stature, enormous in power.
Humble in appearance but where the wind blows,
The Sunflower goes and the Sunflower grows.

Who can hate a Daisy? Well they must be crazy!
When lost in your smile, I don't try to escape.
Contained in your maze I would gaze in amazement.
This radiant Daisy brightens my Day.

Who can hate a Tulip? Well they must be foolish.
My two lips are silent whenever yours speak,
and I must confess this is more than suggestion
It would be Majestic if these Tulips meet.

embedded in the most tenebrous corner of my mind,
harlequin memories of serendipity,
dripping like bittersweet wine,
tantalize me,
begriming what was once an unsoiled canvas.

engulfed in my despondency,
I repose homely
until my mind's taste-buds
savor the saccharine flavors
of its own derisive thoughts.

aroused to say the least,
my mind's libido is now being satisfied.
I lie here,
welcoming all that my thoughts and epiphanies have to offer.
I am unable to disclose what's bestowed to me
but that's irrelevant.

My mind is here...
and open
and anticipating
the pleasing rush
of these thoughts that venture through my head.

The pleasure is overwhelming,
forcing my chakras open
as my ajna awakens from its long slumber.

I crave this foreplay
and I plead with the universe
to make it never-ending
but it seems my cries fall upon deaf ears
and I'm left open-minded
and unfinished.

With my eyes closed I'd let my hands roam across your skin, reading all your goosebumps like braille.
I'd listen to your body telling me how to respond, speaking with my hands in case my tongue and lips fail.

Nonverbal conversations because actions speak louder, and conversations getting crazy in these late hours.
Speaking yet not speaking. Kisses are breathtaking. Touching. Squeezing. Holding a conversation.

Nervous? I'm searching but i'm still uncertain. Think you can make this heart fulfill its purpose?
Beneath the surface I'm imperfect. Yet on the surface still imperfect. It makes no difference if we pull these curtains.

Let's leave them closed then and stay here. Lay here. Say we're in a race here, but i'm not tryna finish first...

Pillow talk and under covers with these conversations. Before I hit a home run i cover all my bases. ;)

I'm only trying to love myself to make up for me hating me.
I hate the way I hate myself but i just cant escape from me.
Tell myself I'll get it right and I just gotta wait for me,
but me is getting tired, meanwhile I'm just waiting patiently.

Trying to give myself a vision, I'm just trying to make me see,
That happiness is bread and life could really be a bakery.
Got a sweet tooth and negativity is cake to me.
Everybody watching, they just copying and pasting me.

Take the key, I'm trying to lock my thoughts inside a safe with me.
Looking in a mirror just to let myself debate with me.
I just wanna love my life, living, learning gracefully
But how can I uplift myself when all my thoughts are weight to me?

Racing through infinity I'm standing with the Trinity.
Me, Myself, and I, that's a triangle full of enemies.
Me, Myself, and I, in me so tell me where would you hide?
You wanna hear some painful irony? I have to choose sides.

Because I stay fighting myself and hurting me like am I serious?
There ain't enough room in this one body for the three of us.
No we cannot comfort us. Yes it makes us furious.
Screaming to ourselves like, "is anybody hearing us?"

Self inflicted pain. On this shelf I sit in vain.
Telling me about myself cause no one else would think its sane.