The days are starting to be beautiful again.
I honestly can not recall the last time I enjoyed a sunset, and at that I can laugh.
Can you close your eyes and feel the rays of Mississippi sun seeping into the earth?
Just, take a moment to discover an animal or a flower in those white bundles of clouds that hang above our heads.
This world is beautiful. As a “poet," we can find beauty in almost anything and if that isn't beautiful then I honestly do not know what is. And there is a place in my heart that is forever filled with pity for those who will never have this experience.

Passionate kisses, touching, arousing, pleasing,
Leaving a trail of sensations, covering
Every inch of my body, finally being
Adored by your mouth, watching you
Sweat and starting to writhe, the pleasure is
Even more than I thought possible, ever.

From moments like that, to moments like these,
Usually, I'm not that much of a tease, please...
Come on, get a little closer, wrap me up in you,
Kick off the **** covers, I really wanna move

Moments are to be savored, with a sweet ****** thrill,
E**ven after I'm devoured, I want so much more, still....

IT IS NOT OKAY TO MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR BLONDE HAIR, GRAY EYES, AND FOREHEAD KISSES AND THEN NEVER TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN.

The ghost that I used to
call my friends ran from
their home in my closet
only to tear me apart with
their truth,
my life is a disaster,
an earthquake waiting to
happen.
His smile built me up like
the Eifel Tower and his
words slashed my face
with a knife,
tell me why I gave satan
another chance?
My life is spiraling out
of control, and
there is not enough
beauty to prostrate.

We were young and reckless
You and I were never meant to make it this far..
I was always ****** to hell, but not you.
Honey, you were sweeter than any angel.
Hell bound are we both, strapped in for the ride.

You broke my heart like someone broke yours,
I cracked and crumbled right down to my core,
the arms that once saved me now are my constriction,
and I can't let you go, my beautiful addiction.

I don't love you anymore.
There, I've said it aloud.
I understand babe, you love her
and I am truly happy, truly I am happy.
Listen, I do not love you anymore.

Life has came by and swept my
bones back in place, my skeleton
complete without a heart.
It lays o'er there in a cage, ready
to be given to someone else.
I don't love you anymore.

I laugh because not a drop
of guilt forsakes me.
It is you! You should feel guilty!
No, not guilty, but honored
For I have written countless
poems describing us.
Yes, us.

But I do not ******* love you any longer.