the sun kisses my skin
as mud from a star
on a glorious evening night
with the moon not so far
and as I watch the wind flow
gently into my face
I wholly feel within
a pulling toward the notion
that  I would rather be
no other place than where I am
and all I want to do
is be grateful to God
for who I am
beyond being a man  
now as Love manifest
with a golden tan

As I stare out my window,
I come to realize
That I'm quite sick of hate
I write, I cry
And I hate, hate, hate
That I am sick of hating hate.

She’s a walking beauty

I fell in love with her extravagance

Every moment is magnificent

Her innocence is my perfume

Just her presence alone lights up the whole room

So picture perfect

I’m zooming in for a better view

Cropping out the background

Centering my focus

Her mind is so open

Her thoughts are so outspoken

This girl is not me

This girl is who I want to be

It's cold
but the memories
of you holding me
still keeps me
warm