Nothing is free

Even when you breath
It's to fullfil a need
Taken with greed
Ignoring the pleads
For the very same need

Belonging to you
Or belonging to me
It's dangerous to need
Especially
When needs can bleed

Rarely is it seen
The true value need
The price of free
Is more costly than greed
A price that is valued
Against someone else's needs

Nothing is free
Nothing is ever free
Weight out the costs

How valuable are your needs

I am most happy when I live life fully and ambitiously. When the pursuit of my goals are met with accomplishments, and when you have undoubtable faith in not only yourself, but in us as a team.

I love you endlessly and passionately, so much so that at times it frightens me how much I love you, but with that being said all you need to know is that I happily embrace the fear.

You are both a mystery and lifelonged companion to me. You amaze me as much as you frustrate me, and I without question, would give up the world for you.

I love you and I'm very sorry.

So **** tomorrow and every tomorrow that may come after it, but know this, I will live today and every other today is happily as I possibly can, with you.

Today was the worst day of my life
Was I always destined for a life like this
The days are stirring, wildly unpredictable
Best part is, I get to do it all over again
Day after day it never seems to end
Of course, I never thought life could be this
My heart races with tomorrow coming soon
Life is short and this is the life I live

When I was little
I was taught a lesson
That I control all that is destined
Of my life and how I live
And from that lesson I listened

In the next day
My teacher said
Today is a day to pretend

Gather round and close your eyes
Then tell me what you'd like to be
If you could be absolutely anything

I raised my hand without a doubt
And when I was called I said out loud
If I could be anything, I'd be "Y"

Because "Y" is in ever(y)thing
And "Y" can be an(y)thing

No no you don't understand
You need to try again she said

But I learned a lesson
That I control all that is destined
Of my life and how I live
And I want to be (Y) I said

But why

Because when people try but don't understand
They'll ask why and I'll help them learn

And when people are rude and say why should I care
I want to be there to say, I care

And when people are sad and ask why me
I'll be there to say it's going to be okay

I always want to be with (y)ou so that we're never alone

And because I want to be in the middle of Happ(y)ness

Happiness is spelled with and "I" my teacher said

I know
But "Y"

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f

The rain falls on the cobble stone wall
She is tall, young with perfectly long hair
Black and gray is all that is today
The rain falls on her open toed shoes
Her cheecks are full, her breath is heavy
A little chilly for the fifth of September

Her skin like silk, damp and freckled
The rain falls in the most perfectly sad way
Drop by drop on the cobble stone wall
One by one under her freckled brow
Black and gray, black and gray

The church bell crashes, at the perfect hour
The day is gray but her eyes have color
Deep and rich with depth like the sea
Falling in deeper, and deeper
Impossible to look away

Searching and searching under sheets of gray
Only to find the reason to say
It feels a bit warmer on this September day
Looking into the eyes of young beauty
Reminding the soul of all past laughs
And easing the mind of tomorrow's woes

The rain falls on us all
But as long as there is color
Those are the reasons
We look into each other

When I think of you I think of how time has endlessly past and stalled by the fading yet constant memory of you

The memories of now and the memories of then are told differently in my head

Because as you now I have an overactive imagination

At Sunday night I drove you home it was quiet and uneventful with you sleeping right next to me

What I remember is a Sunday I could not end
Like a scene from a film the lighting of the street lamps perfectly placed to reveal your natural grin, as if to hint to the audience that you liked me too

What I remember is the beginning middle and end over romantic film that has been rewritten over and over again

Because as you know I have an overactive imagination

All the chasing playing laughing and cake throwing

All the *** and the dancing and every time we sat there and did nothing

Flashes like a montage of our greatest hits

What I remember is a plot of a romantic masterpiece one that can satisfy anyone's needs

But as you know I have an overactive imagination

And although I enjoy the show it was built off of exaggerations over past

The truth is it's been a very long time and I'm not sure if we'd be able to add anything new

Our story was one about an incredibly kind and beautiful girl

Who fell in love with a boy who was more brave and determined than anyone else, when it came to love

But there it goes my overactive imagination

We'd love each other then
It doesn't mean we'd love each other now

What it comes down to is that I'm not as brave as I used to be, when it comes to our love

So I quietly watch this film

Until the film wears thin