Hum a song to the universe
To the nature around you
To the beautiful miracles
To the feeling of moss under your feet
For the butterfly kisses
For the angel kisses
For the sorrow
Nurture the pain
Help it heal
And hum
Remember those past lives
The beautiful part of those lives
And the ****** up parts too
Fall in love with the stars
Make the world what you want
This is our life
No one else's
So please just live
We are alive
We can breathe in fresh crisp air
Drink hot tea
Or coffee
Dance in the rain
Live for me
Live for you
And hum.

Everything used to be so warm.
Hot summer rays used to dance on my skin.
and butterfly's used to kiss me softly.
I will never go back to that life though,
As long as I have you.
Your embrace is freezing.
Like a lie that was finally brought to light.
Your kiss,
is like a mystery that calls me for me,
Something that is hungry
and wants to be solved.
I do not melt into that kiss though,
I freeze unable to move.
I do not want to run though.
No matter how sensible that would be.
I want all of that coldness to be mine.
You my love,
Will forever be my winter.

Dear god I am in love with you.
I yearn for the days you hold me.
In an embrace that melts all common since.
Like wax on an open flame.
Or ice to a rising sun.
I lose myself constantly.
To someone,
That I have never met.

Souls, young and old in the time of warping hate and fear. Our young souls still thriving in the past with sweet gentle memories that run through our voids.
  The gentle summer sun rays dancing upon our sun washed skin. The feeling of grass underneath our small bodies as we count from 10
9. They scatter
8. They join teams
7. They giggle
6. One gets lost
5. Climbing
4. Split
3. Flowers
2. Peace
1. Eyes open
Ready
On popsicles sweet ice melts onto small fingers
that will change the future.
That calming smell of hamburgers on a grill.
Butterfly's shy away from squeals.
The melody of young souls.

Would you die for me once again?
Your breath solemn as the light left your eyes.
and Oh! The heavens, the air shall stop once again,
as I watch the soul I loved more,
than the words I write on this paper,
leave the body I admired more,
than the stars I had wanted to become.
Yet you come back again and again.
Even though it has been tattooed by my hand onto your brain,
that you would find yourself no longer moving or breathing.
That you would become a beautiful, freezing, lifeless corpse.
Yet here you are.
So yes, I guess you would die for me again.