My sorrow will
always find
your memory,
and smile...

he said to the girl,
you're all that i need
just get down on your knees
he said,
pretty, please

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

It's five feet tall and brilliant white.
It is my security.
My comfort zone.
A tidy, convenient barrier
between the darkness
and the world I cherish so much.

I love this fence.
I have worked so hard to protect it.
To keep it pristine.
Why then
am I so tempted
to jump to the other side?

There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced
with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting
and the most intense beauty can only be seen in
the presence of both light and shadows.
For it’s often in the loss of a thing
that its worth to us becomes
most precious and by
letting it go with
grace we can
best savor
its purest
delights.
Realizing
that the pain
runs so deep only
because the beauty ran
so deep and that without
it having once touched us we
wouldn't now know the emptiness
of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to
thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and
we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.