There's a lonely French horn on my heart
The curl of its handle is our story
Hours by the door, slumped like in the flickering Xanax commercials on the screen I haven't sunk into
For days
I can't let myself ask the one question
Instead, I wait for the knock that will bring you to me
As if just that one rap will fill your arms with the roses I imagine
There is something profound in the sunlight that streams into this room
I thought I spoke to you yesterday
We laughed; the deep corners of your eyes crinkled like they always do
And you accepted my kisses as I showered them on you, gently and eagerly
There was our quiet joy as we realized the picture we made, holding hands on my bedspread
As if we were two people really in love.

I sat under a cloudy sky...
Looked up to see a rainbow cry...

  The colors ran down to my feet...
 In a puddle of sadness it filled the street...

   With just two hands I scooped it up...
 And brushed it back on with little disrupt...

     Now all the colors put back in place...
   With a touch and feel of silk and lace...

Many stories are written
Only some are true
But from my lips come truthfulness
As I share my dreams with you.

I have been through many trialed times
As my lovers love and then leave
Too many tears have fallen
Too many to ever conceive.

Then came the day
When love bestowed
A heart so warm and kind
The heart that I've been looking for
Yet never thought I'd find.

And now that it's been found, my dear
I'm  never letting go
I've lots of love inside of me
And to only you I'll show.

But be careful of my naive heart
For it breaks so very easy
I only ask for love and trust
It don't take much to please me.

My dreams have finally happened
My dreams have finally come true
I've found a place called paradise
When I found the one called you.

Because my story is so
much more than the depressed one
I told you. It was, for
the most part, fiction.

I'm not unhappy,
I'm tall and brilliant.

My life is not simply pointless,
it is adventurous and
multi-colored. I am not boring,
I am mysterious.

I've swam across oceans
to get here.

I've learned that there is
a high probability that sadness
and extraordinary passion
come from
the same
place.

Stupid Cupid his arrow didn't stick my heart it tore right through

it left a gaping wound that got infected by the likes of you

it took only seconds for the infection to spread

it moved from my heart to my stomach and head

I cannot think or speak in a normal fashion it feels insane

it is so obvious the infection has crept into my brain

it's in my stomach, it can't escape but it still tries

it doesn't hurt, just feels like I swallowed a dozen live butterflies

this infection of you has affected me more than I realize

the spring in my step, smile on my face and the twinkle in my eyes

when I refer to you as an infection, I want to put your mind at ease

I mean it in the most loving sense because you are my favorite disease

it's all Cupids fault everything turned out this way

next time I see him I'll have to thank him for his arrow gone astray