you make me better
you make it real
darlin you and I together
let's walk into the sunset

we can listen to the birds sing
or the sounds of our hearts beating
we may be crazy
or crazy in love

darlin you and me make the perfect team
when we're together
in our lonely dreams
nobody better for me.

Falling in love
is the easy part.
letting go, giving up,
passively letting you take my heart

Freely moving into
your love and kiss
It calls, like a siren
to a weary sailor.

Loving love is easy,
Staring into my future,
in the shape
of sky blue eyes

Seeing glimpses of
children's laughter.
Hiding behind your
smile.

Hardships rise,
when thoughts of
letting you go
creep into my psyche. n
Losing you would be
like having my breathe snatched
from my lungs
leaving me gasping
for one last inhale of your perfume

I know who you are
your secret smile
dependable sarcasm

I know who you are
the runaway
fleeting
conflict in the trail you left

I know who you are
the scarred hands
from picking up the pieces
like glass from a mirror
whose reflection cursed you

I know better now
who you were
but i'll never know
why you left me

Ruby Red lips
Coquettish silhouette
Playful pep and sensuous eyes
A description of the girl.

Pinpointing feelings hardly seen as
an anomaly
Yet, the feel of her skin is the only
Thing not seen as odd.
Falling for someone, lost in a haze.
Lost in the moments
That take your breath away.

Sudden feelings, sudden glances
everything so rapid, but it's easy
Easily smiling and laughing
Easily falling further.

Morose is my only word
To suggest my temperament
in her absence

What I wouldn't give for
just another second
to once again feel those
Ruby Red lips

So a seed planted
in winter
shall bear no fruit
Neither shall a bear
hibernate in spring.

There must be preparations
along with fruition or
supplementation.
Season's predestination.

After flower has blossomed
it's beauty finally discovered,
plucked from its roots
so snug, so secure.

Seasons change once,
and twice over.
Years to follow

Now stands a new
sprout, rearing it's neck.
Hopeful for tomorrow,
its future bright.

The new sprout turns
into a tree,
teaming with fruit.
All of these new beginnings
plenty of possibilities.

Brought along,
when one fruit
torn from it's branch
was planted in fertile
soil.

There once was a girl
She loves to make a scene.
To feel eyes on her,
not particular of who fancied.

She chased the love,
attention, affection, adoration,
that a childhood provides.

Normal is perceived as boring,
until boredom is a long estranged friend.
Maybe she chases adventure,
more likely fleeing demons.

Now is her chance to escape the pain,
uncertainty, regret, doubt,
No one came home,
No one can stop her finger.

One Loud Ring,
one last beat.

If a heart breaks,
can anyone see it.
If a heart stops,
everyone knows.

In future's bloom
Through seasons change
Spring forthcoming
And nuance rage.

Cling to life worth living
While hearts barely beating
Cheerful eyes look forward
Tomorrow promising happiness
Yesterday's embers still burning.

Greenest grasses grow
After a past Summer's purge
Hope of a fresh scent
Of tomorrow's bloom.