I fear I’ll dwindle away into the silent cavities we call the past

into the shades of gray, the opaqueness; through the looking glass

glazed with a thick impenetrable fog, under skies once so vast

yes, life was once like I was awake- living in a lucid dream

but dreams, they never last,

so why lust for the past?

eaten away, decaying as time passes and I only grow weaker

once so thick-skinned I seem to be becoming porous, like deteriorating marrow

I walk alone now, a fragile soul encased in a matching vessel

feet growing too heavy as the roads narrow

as the darkness paints the sky,

a star glows and guides me home like a sparrow

I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend,
  Of worry and strain and doubt;
Before we begin, let us view the end,
  And maybe I'll do without.
There's never the pang that was worth the tear,
  And toss in the night I won't--
So either you do or you don't, my dear,
  Either you do or you don't!

The table is ready, so lay your cards
  And if they should augur pain,
I'll tender you ever my kind regards
  And run for the fastest train.
I haven't the will to be spent and sad;
  My heart's to be gay and true--
Then either you don't or you do, my lad,
  Either you don't or you do!

It's 4 AM and visions of you are keeping me awake.  
My mind is cluttered with thoughts I shouldn't be having...

I want to hold your hand in the backseat when my parents can't see.
I want to kiss that spot on your neck that I've been dying to.
I want to map out your body with only my fingertips.
I want my name spilling out of your mouth incoherently.
I need you.

Oh, please understand that when I said
"Stop..."
I really didn't mean it -- by no means did I mean it.
But I needed you to.
God knows what I would have done otherwise.

If life was a dream,
...
..
.
I'd be asleep.

Two people met
Not knowing all that would happen
When they let
Their hearts go.

The boys eyes
Made her realize
He was the sun in her sky
And she the moon
Waiting for him to rise.

He hurt her sometimes
Tears fall from her eyes
Raindrops on her sheets
Her glow grows weak.

But their sky can be the most beautiful.
Deep hues of orange and red.
She shares the sky with him

When the night grows dark
She waits till she can see
The brightness of
The sun again.

She waits for the storm to pass
So she can dance
In the radiance of his light.

She hopes
He will always shine
For every and all kind

--amelia rose