Tonight I heard
the voices of angles,
the beats of drums,
and the scats of skits.

Don't know if that made sense or not,
but it's the words I know
and the only words I got.

And together,
these voices like angles
and the beats like drums,
the skats that skits,
they made a harmonizing melody,
and my my heart began to flit!

It was beautiful!
This A Capella sound,
it was wondrous,
this singing that I have found.

These songs,
had no meaning,
as the voices who sang them did,
it made me happy,
young,
vibrant.
Like a kid.

These voices,
need only a moment,
to sing their hearts to their hearts' content,
makes a sinner,
fall to their knees and repent.

Songs of songs,
voices of voices,
they sure help,
when dealing with the noises.

Pinky promise
to take you
one day,
away.

Away from here,
away from there,
I just want to
make you happy
like I said I would.

Remember the time
way back when?
We were young,
foolish, and rash,
we were just children then.

Pinky promises.
I laugh now,
but back then they were legit.
Now that I remember,
I'm feeling nostalgic.

I smiled,
braces and all,
and you just kept looking
at the leaves as they fall.

You are wonderful,
beautiful,
amazing,
gorgeous,
mesmerizing
and every bit angelic
as I know you are.

That pinky promise was the closest I've ever got,
to holding you close,
so close
by far.

Pinky promise,
I promised to you,
just you wait for me,
and watch
as I pull through.

Our dreams will be reality,
my words are my bond,
because my sweet,
my heart, my joy,
my only one,
for my heart is fond.

Pinky promises,
now that's legit.
I've made it then,
so I could keep it.

Pinky. Promise.

Later and later,
the time passes now,
the night was young, I feel alive,
and now it's approaching,
the time of 5.

Insomnia has a way
of twisting time,
all it does is steal
your mind and all,
it's such a blasted crime.

So late at night,
I leave my eyes open
just like my window,
letting my mind,
go.

Let it go,
to where it wants
confusing myself with dreams of the day,
to things I know.

Late at night,
I toss,
turn,
rustle
and mumble,
I let my brain rattle off what I want and need,
and let my stomach grumble,
for want of even just a small seed.

Late at night,
I think,
about them,
my friends,
my family,
about all of them.

About her.

She fills my mind,
she makes my teeth,
not...grind.

Well. She's there now,
she's in there to stay,
she let's my mind,
be at ease.

She's an angle,
if only mine to hold,
she probably could be,
would be,
if only I was so bold.

Let me sleep,
oh mind of mine.
Let me stop
these writing of lines.

Late at night.

A sticky situation,
a predicament,
a problem,
trouble.

Trouble, trouble,
find them now,
find them in double.

Let it come,
let it go,
it'll be over
before you know.

It's hard right now
this situation we find ourselves in,
we often begin to wonder,
how on earth we are going to win!

But stay the course,
let the show go on,
even after the dark,
there always come the dawn.

So this situation,
though sticky as it maybe,
is like bubble gum,
scrape it off
and be free.

When I'm with her,
I see the blue skies
so much clearer than I could,
when I was fed with all these lies.

She makes me think,
of times way before,
she reminds me of things,
that the people in my life are worth
so much more.

I thank her for that,
in the times we hold hands,
in the kisses that we share,
no not on the lips,
not yet, not yet there.

It makes me ache a little more,
when I lean in,
just to brush her cheeks and neck,
she makes me confused,
by just a simple peck.

We're the only one who understands,
that life is not just milk and honey,
it's about meeting all
of the supply and demands.

When I'm with her,
I want much more than I get,
so I can give to her,
but I can only take what I get,
and not much more.

I only wish,
that she was here right now,
that way I could tell her,
just how
much I love her.

"__I love you, dearly,
I'll love you late,
I'll love you early,
I'll love you forever,
forever and ever eternally.
Though we are far,
ever farther apart,
not even distance,
can stop
the strength of the heart."

When I'm with her,
I wish we were together,
for just a little bit longer.