I am the child of purification and destruction, wafting through the air, an omen.
Let me dust your lips and sting your eyes with my gentle caress.
Curl me around your fingers and stroke my tendrils in envy--
Alas, you can never hold me.
You can never capture my essence.

I am the product of scorched earth blending with broken promises.
Let me steal your truths from your tongue that you guard so carefully--
Wrap you up in my arms even though I fear smothering you with my kiss.
I wish I could hold you.
I wish I was more than this.

But I am just smoke.

i dream to sleep on gasoline
where dollars can pay my conscience clean

Sea levels rise
And the cruel frigid waters
May one day flood the island of my mind

To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.

I guess I'll have to make it up.

    A bird came to me, she did not chirp
    And he did not whisper.
    The wings sheathed on its back                  
    Were in no disrepair.

    Was it blue? How hard to tell, for its
    Skin and coat were of glass, but
    finer.

    This bird a flower.
           So far from bloom.
           So frail i'll keep it, to nurse in
           Gloom.

Not all birds need sun, nor all flowers flight.
But this of mine will soon have both, for mine must wrest day from night.

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.