Love is like an ocean.
Pushing you away, defiantly the tides bring you back to me,
Along with each old memory.
Drowning in love, has never felt to peaceful.
My heart is flooded.
Feeling cold-blooded,
How I want you all to myself.
Is this really selfish?
They say there's plenty of fish in the sea,
But baby, you're the only one for me.
Your impression on me was like footsteps in the sand.
Oh how I wish we could run away together,
While grasping your hand,
Running into the sunset.
But you washed me away.
Now I'm just sand, cold and wet.
Salt washes over my lip.
Maybe from all the tears you brought me,
In waves of sadness.
Deadly upsurges crash into the shore.
Is love supposed to hurt this much?
Is love supposed to be a war?
I say love is like an ocean,
But was this really love?

That golden glisten in your eyes,
That, is my morning sunrise.
Waking to them laid upon me.
They make your face so warm and lovely.
You watch as I peak at you through my sleepy eyelids,
A pure, white smile revealed under your rosy cheeks, emerges.
Then, you lean over and you apply a soft gentle kiss upon my lips.
Throughout my body, your love surges.
There is no better sunrise than to wake to you beside me.
There's no other place I would rather be.
I wish that you could see,
What I see, every crisp bright start of another day.
I won't remember this memory, any other way,
Than the golden perfected morning, waking to my angel.
How long will this morning last? Only time can tell.
In my thoughts, I lay here forever.
Here, in my perfect morning.
I'm hoping every morning, I could wake to your beauty,
As long as you are here with me,
I'll hold you close and put my arms around your waist.
We are not having ***,
Just laying in rest,
Enjoying each others company.
Two halves of a relationship, in one bed.
It creates quite a harmony.
I'll lay here 'til we're wed,
Then to eternity.

I was young.
Paralyzed by the way the phone rung like church bells.
Picking it up to say goodbye was frightening.
My beautiful world casted in lightening that night.
World War Two looked easy the way he fought his last fight.
Walking the hospital floors was almost impossible.
Each step was lifting lead shoes.
There's too much of my heart to lose.
I never knew that would be goodbye.
The words from your last breath to reach my ears,
I still hold them dear.
“I love you” made a million tears.
You're gone.
I know you never meant to leave me, but I feel neglected.
“He's in a better place.” Ran through my mind and off my lips like a broken record.
The song selected as carefully as he picked out words from his vocal chords.
He always knew just what to say.
I tried convincing myself it was going to be okay.
But I'm no liar.
I was never okay after they had cut off his life support wires.
Heaven was quick to take him in.
It hadn't occurred to me until his wake.
I promised that day I would not shed any tears, I was as strong as him.
We were too alike, that night I sobbed my hardest.
He left behind his tools and sawdust, to me it looked like stardust.
For days my stomach wouldn't settle.
I could never be comfortable on my own.
Surrounded by people in black, hugging me so tight.
It wasn't enough to stop the poison in my veins of feeling alone.
A day in hell was brighter than this funeral night.
I was too young.
The fist time I had seen my grandmother cry.
Right before my own two eyes.
Her heart was with him, I seen both die that week.
The adults thought I was too young to see the truth.
They were too old to know I had already left my youth.
I held a deep breath hoping not to break as I reach his casket,
As I looked at his face one last time for good I collapsed.
The breath released all at once, hysterically crying.
In my entire life, nobody had ever seen me so upset.
Years pass more years and not a day goes by.
Today I feel the same as the first.
My memories are cursed.
Everyone assumes my past was good.
They won't understand that dark childhood.
Bubblegum and candy was nothing like my tainted blood.
I collapsed at his casket.
I never got back back on my feet.
The sadness hardened in my heart.
To this day I still wake with tears like concrete.
Thoughts of him scatter like broken glass in a million parts.
There's no repair, only pain.
The tears are the last thing I have left from him so I'll proudly wear them.
Reliving my most frightening nightmares in order to stay sane.
At 82 he got cancer in the left lung.
We were all too young.