I’m not normally one for romantic poetry,
I’m not normally one for love,
I’m not normally once to crave another,
I’m not normally one to let someone else in
Why is it you my dear,
That I am so drawn to?
Does the answer lie in your scarlet hair?
Or your faint grin?
Does the answer lie in your bottomless eyes?
Perhaps the answer lies in your heart?
I prefer not to know
I prefer the keep the mystery veiled in secret
I prefer to let our love dance in those foggy New Orleans streets
Floating over the puddles and making love to the romance that hangs in the air
Perhaps I’ll find it around the next corner,
Setting with the sun,
Or falling like the rain.
Swooning over the moon,
Like lonely clouds
During midnight
That’s where I prefer to believe,
Our love lies

Where did we split off?
Was it the train?
Was I running after your solemn face staring at me through a windowpane?
Did we part ways in an enchanted forest?
Or perhaps it was in the depths of my cold room
Nestling under the covers
Begging warmth from each other?
I’m not sure, but in these moments of longing, I always remember you.
You’re still with me.

Sometimes I try to trace where my personality split,
Where these cold shards of broken glass have left me feeling empty and alone,
Sometimes I try to fill it,
With drunkenness,
With wine,
With spirits,
Sometimes even with beauty,
But the euphoria of you never fades away,
And I know I need to find myself
But I am lost, swimming
In your Ocean

Pumping Red Blood beneath paper skin
Flowing without
and Flowing within
breathing life, into
craving eyes
listening to,
all our cries

I cannot separate
From the faltering pain
the pleasure that comes
again and again….
like Waves receding
upon the beach
when something lies
just beneath my reach

i’m talking of the feeling,
i cannot describe
i’m talking of the look
in all our eyes

it’s the feeling that leaves us
cold and alone
hiding behind
these faces of stone
the feeling that something,
just isn’t right
it’s the feeling that leaves us,
up at night,
swallowing serenity
behind closed eyes
In this solace,
we try to hide

but never will and never can,
For this feeling,
is the mark of man

it’s the great power that makes us raise cities
Its in everyman who wallows in pity

It scorches tender hearts with fire
I’m talking,
Of
This feeling,
Desire.

For so many years, I searched for something to prove my existence to the universe,
I searched for something great to do
I searched for something to fill the empty void of nothingness,
That grows inside myself
Then I realized the greatest thing I would ever do
Was you