The words I was writing are gone,slipped away
But the feeling has not-

I look into her eyes
and I see myself.
Looking back. But better.
Improved.
She is a mirror image of me.
Like a part of my soul
torn away at birth.
That I have found.
My better half.

Why do you write
With brokenness hidden beneath your words
Sadness shadows your sentences?

She whispered softly without hesitation
"Cause the one person I ever loved
Broke my precious, innocent heart
And now I can't seem to get back up."
Tear streamed down her eyes as she looked down

I looked at her: broken, feeling unworthy
But I gazed at her with feelings
It was during her worst that I fell in love for the first time.

Wants and needs do matter
Because prayers answered
Are different from idle chatter.

More romance  
the coin splashed
And that was it.
My heart danced!

And in just  a couple of months
I had me some
Some romance of the troubling kind
                          Not that I really mind
Because your love
makes me want to leave
                 all that average **** behind.

Only a day away and
I miss you-

Although I usually miss you
with my mind
The moon must have it that
I'm missing you with my body
Because ever since she's been full, so have I-

Full of visions
Full of desires
Filled with lust

And I fear that I am not wanting anymore
But now I'm needing...
Craving another taste
Another  touch