Someday I'll give you a tattoo

it will be right on your chest and will be a heart.

Just so it at least looks like you have one.

If I stop working

on pointless projects

I'll start thinking of you.

Snatched from me and
given to you.
Waisted on her
Hell, on him too.
Forgotten by parents
and kids just alike.
Is there such thing
as Love that is right?

Sun shines bright.
My skin soaks in what warmth it has left to share.
Sail swift kite.
Gusts of wind shake and rattle green leaves.
Sing soft nights.
Eyelids rest shut under shade tree's care.
Sigh sweet respite.
Ghosts, sleep in sunset's halcyon reprieve.
Sleep sempiternal light.

Lately
I've been searching for
a place between help and harm.

Correct me
if I'm mistaken,
but I've found it in your arms.

How wonderful it must be to smile in one's eyes
To inhale the passionate puffs of heavenly sighs
To clench and be clenched with no fear of tragic demise
To together absorb the clouds tears with no remorse, no lies

Its lost its spite.
Expired under my control.
I've saved this moment for too long.
Its bland now; gray with purpose.