Follows my inhale
Embraces my exhale

Sleeps my thoughts
Restores my mind

Honours my body
Heals my heart

Balances my nature
Shines my light

Welcomes my warmth
Accepts my spirit

Cleanses my essence
Respects my soul

© Jl 2016

I think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.

I used to,
Think I Have greater problems than you,
But when I learned the truth,
I am nothing compared to you,
For you are the modern youth,
And we live in a world of suffering,
And life keeps buffering ,
Now who am I to complain,
That I have suffered more pain,
Than you

Who gave up on their first love?
The first love they waited,
The first love they cherished,
The first love who vanished.  

Without a doubt I was at fault,
The guy who put everything to a halt,
But just let it pass like a thunder bolt,
Who gave up on their first love?

She echoes God's love,
Her blue orbs and golden hair,
Snatches away his breath.
But he could only admire,
As she was an angel,
And he a human.

loving you is like picking
the petals from a flower
i hate you, i miss you, i
hate you, i miss you
but whichever petal i end
up with, will you please
come back?

Come with me into the woods
Let's jump on leaves
unleash our catapults of feathers
Swing on vines and climb on tree tops
run around nature's maze
and *live our youth