I tend to fall for wasted dreams.
Strangers on street corners,
passerbys too good for me.
I would like to believe,
that one day I'll be,
loved by soft eyes
and kissed with honesty.

The idea of you wanting someone else,
Is almost as bad as the idea that
You're going to get very bored of me,
Someday.

you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.

She saw a rainbow where he could only see black.
But together, they made a frame, keeping their picture perfect life intact.

She saw the sun where he was always captivated by the moon.
But together, they made each other's wishes come true and not a moment too soon.

She saw smiles where he drowned in the sadness of eyes.
But together, they made laughter and found truth amongst a million lies.

She saw beauty where he could only see regrets and pain.
But together, they made a life that could always be and would always remain.

She saw him where he would always find her.
And together, they made happiness that could span galaxies forever.

Melancholy seems to see me as its friend
It visits me quite often
There are times it comes unannounced
And I’m left to offer a chair for it to sit upon

It pours its sadness in my chest like wine
Then we talk about things that makes me sigh
It wraps its arms of loneliness around me
And I shiver from the gloom that frosts my walls

I both dread and welcome each visit
Because I miss the mirth which leaves once it comes
But the wistfulness brings out these words
And the woes turns to ink, so I always leave the door open so it can come and say hello…