You're another name in the archive filed under Creative, articulate and attractive. Your the first one that made it too the true love folder.

Maybe that's not what you want to hear, what you desire. But it's the truth. You're the one who invaded my black heart.

Frozen in admiration.
I thought it was lust at first
But no, not even close.
You invaded my mind
I'll gladly surrender
It's better than thoughts of death

A lone troubadour
Hums his lonely composition
He stares at his reflection
Forged from the puddle at his feet

His humming falls silent
The puddle disturbed by a single tear
This lone troubadours pen
Has ran dry

Pause.

Observe the situation.

Breathe slowly.

Get ready

Psych yourself up...and prepare to face the outside world.

Her fingers wander south
Enhanced pleasure by her intoxication
Her thoughts of the lonely poet
His words resonate in her minds eye
Biting her lip till her toes curl
She too sits alone, cuddles her pillow
Too afraid too mention such feelings
He sits alone... craving to be desired By the woman who fingers wander
Both lonely...Oh if only

Under the sheets of the double bed
Lies the lonely poet, only a pillow too hold
The exasperated sigh, followed by a single tear
This will be a night like many others.
Cold like winter

Birdsong in the air
Not as pleasant as rainfall
Which reduces stress

How quick to assume
That the bullet I shot was aimed for you Well my dear
Don't step in front of a firefight
You may just get caught in the crossfire