Oh, how I wish you were mine.
How I know that you are mine.
I want to wrap arms around you and kiss you soft in time.
I want to see you walking up and down this imaginary line,
          down the center of the carpet in the living room,
          with nothing on your body,
          and a lightness on your mood.
And I want to bring you a brand new glass of wine.
And I want our hearts to start to beat in rhyme.
And I want every last bit of hesitation to disappear from your mind
       and let's get lost.
       Let's go see what we can see
       in the other room.
       Let's make it very dark
       and then go boom.
Boom
Boom.

Just two naked people in a room.

Life is like a flower:
people pick you
admire and adore you
nurture and care
lift you up when you get stepped on
pick the petals off to remember you
you're given to people
to make them cry
feel better
because you remind them of love and beauty
no matter what you think
or what you say
you are beautiful to someone
even if you are no one

My love was off, to a foreign land.
A place of beauty, food, and sand.
Off on her plane, away she goes.
I hope she's safe, who really knows?

I settle down to watch TV.
"Man, I wish she would've taken me!"
Relaxing, eating, being quite lazy
the news I heard, made me hazy.

A plane had crashed, to where she was going.
my heart was in pain, almost overflowing.
Calling and texting, like you wouldn't believe,
My brain running through thoughts, never relieved.

Standing my ground, I did not falter.
Until I eventually broke down, kneeling at the alter.
Days felt like weeks, weeks felt like hell
I was afraid I would never break out of this spell.

Then one day, I got a call!
I knew she was safe, I started to bawl!
When I met her I dared not let go.
Her beauty radiated like a perfect rainbow.

This poem ended nicely, reunited again.
But for others, their minds are stuck in a den.
If they were to write, about the poem you just read
it'd be about the plane that left their loved ones dead.

Once upon a September night,
When breaths were taking flight,
To the upper parts of the atmosphere,
Where the fellow stars shine bright.

A soul was looming around a room,
Wishing the navy sky would turn blue,
Losing hope for a while there, 
Till a newborn sun came into view.

The soul then elbowed the eyes,
To take in this overwhelming sight,
Ray by ray the world awakened,
She'd then wait for dawn every night.

Sweat breaks and distraction ends,
The sun counting the time she's spent,
As orange pastels start to melt,
Soul watched sadly where she went.

And everyday the cycle was repeated,
A soul waits, watches as a day fleets,
Her sad sighs the only acquaintance
She's made with the moon beam.

After every sunset comes a phase
When soul and heart start to pace,
Whispering their heavy troubles,
To the dim moon's lonely face.

Acquaintances became stronger bonds,
As more blues started ranging on,
The night spread like a blanket,
The moon always had a soothing song.

Yet the soul remained captivated,
Sunrises and sunsets always awaited,
Till hellos are farewell were exchanged,
She spent the rest of the night sated.

She preferred a glow intense and warm,
Never grateful for the moon's arms,
A moon that forever stayed,
As the sun's always come and gone.

Hidden behind a treacherous day,
Never welcomed nor awaited,
No moon-rise nor moon-set,
Taken for granted cause he always stays.

Soul never knew the truth,
She'd diffuse all her sorrow to the moon,
He'd always shine never dimming,
Did the departing sun ever listen to you?


So why are we so mesmerized by the sun,
When the moon's always been the loyal one.