Last night you made me feel alive,
For the first time in forever.
But not the kind of alive that she made me feel—
Because she made me feel like the world
in which we live in is enchanted,
When I touched her I believed in magic,
And I finally understood what it meant
To feel infinite at the hands of another soul.
I kissed her dizzy on the bathroom floor and an unnamed heaven was discovered in her lips.

Your eyes were sweet as coffee,
Warm with endless purity,
Intrigued by your aroma,
Falling deep into coma,
Take a sip or two,
Maybe three will do,
Till it burns my tounge,
Leaving me a mark,
Of your burning love,

I have a quiet lake of answers
For your raging storm of questions.

I have a placid summer meadow
For your hectic pace of living.

I have a waterfall of caring
For the times you feel unloved.

I have a purple sunset
When your world is without beauty.

I am a fresh baked cookie
When your soul is starved for love.
                      ljm

Is it blood or birth?
Too dark to tell.
Is it heathenism or hope?
Too dark to tell.
Is it faith or freedom?
Too dark to tell.

The night is now
Too dark to tell.
In the trenches, we dig
Our graves of friendship.

12 a.m., the feelings were still there,
and I could see you coming closer
in my view, someone I loved,
someone I could’ve loved even more,
but you weren’t ready for the kind
of relationship that I was searching for.
But I still cared for you after all this time.
I still loved you as I loved you from the beginning.