my heart is trying to escape from my chest and all I can do is sit here and be a mess.
I'm in love with the idea of being in love, and have no one to express this; my heart trying to escape from my chest.

While I lay there naked
I had wished you'd told me the way you felt
Staring into my hazel eyes
I wish you had grabbed me by my heartstrings
Never said goodbye
I wish we had laid in that bed of self righteousness
Made a life out of the pride we had left
I pray that you find happiness
In a woman
Keep her safely in your life
I hope that every day that we cross paths
You thank the day we traded names
I hope you wish we had found our children
That we had raised and named in our dreams
We could have our built a home out of passion
Of our guilty satisfaction of meeting at 2am

I had found the courage, I had done it.
It slipped through my fingers just as fast as I had caught it.
The word sacrifice doesn't even begin to cover what we had done.

{I wish you weren’t so ****** up.}

We had love that would be admired by all, but was kept so tightly.
We have a love, that will be envied by no one.

We are lost lambs with no place to call home.

They met shouded in darkness.
They found eachother within the stars.  
They ascended at the hands of pleasure.
Among heavy sighs and wimpers. Lost in a momement to remember

I miss the way that my heart would fall out of my chest.
When your pale blue eyes would settle in mine.
Pushed into what I thought was your heart, was only just the start.
I’ve become a mess, all apart in this establishment.
With out care or knowing where or how we are.
All I know is your skin is pure art.
Breath heavy, yet shallow. Holds so much weight.
Upon my chest you leave shadows.
This will leave me breathless, almost, but completely restless.

She moved calmly and carefully, through the corridors of her home.
She had been broken.
Alas, every own touch filled her heart with gratitude and love.

She had thought to herself.  It does begin with this ending.  It does come to a conclusion, of none other than, the love that waits ahead.

She feels it in her bones.
Love is waiting, patiently, to find her. In all her broken sorrow, and happy trials, carrying baggage at the door. Love is beginning, with pleasurable ending, coming into her soul.
Finding the home that rests in her.


She stares upon the eyes.
Finding adoration, and care, willingness, and confidence as well as brilliance and humility.  
She falls into what was always waiting for her.
Unbeknownst to her, love is just.

He tasted of roses and lavender.  
Was as sticky as a bee.
Used me as his flower.
And flew far away from me.

Moments full of butterflies and green grass.
Ocean air and the hot sting of the sun.
Full of dew on my cheek and your heart; perched on your sleeve.

I look sick and pale. Like I’ve lost my mind,
and look there it goes, the love from my eyes.

The silence between us, the deafening of nothing.
Breaking my back in misery.

Feelings of weightlessness, and a common fear.
Emotional baggage, with no one to steer.

There was a fire in the sky, and a hell in my heart.

Perched on her side of the bed.
She has that glow about her.
Her skin as white as porcelain.
He's staring at the nape of her neck; fantasizing.
Her hair is falling over her left shoulder, draped with carelessness.
Boldly naked, they ache for warmth.