Someone who doesn't mind my jokes
And enjoys cuddling,
Yearning for a way to not be lonely

Has a sense of humor
Is fun

Dear Trip,

*******!

Sincerly
The very last poem I will ever write about you.

Boating 'cross the seven seas
I found a bottle brittle green
Parchment fragments polluted the space
The messages compormised, gone to waste

Boating 'cross the deadly shores
Pieces of flesh foretold gore
Spreading my vision further in sand
I spotted a managled former man

Oh! These blue oceans rock my soul
But I travel and travel for all the gold
Oh! some sights I wished not seen
But I boat 'cross for I am told
Comply not, I'm hanged for fiend.

Blue
Oceans
Craddle and hold
Hold and craddle
Craddle and hold
The ******, ******, ****** souls.

I can not go a day,
without hearing that song,
i think of you, and sing along
even though I am a writer, not a singer
your memory makes me a believer,
in hopeful thoughts, and personal desires.

Ever been driving down that road,
and hear that one song, you stop
and think of her?

That song you get stuck
in your head, making thoughts
run a muck

To the point you are stuck
sitting there,
just missing her

I can not go a day,
without hearing that song,
i think of you, and sing along
even though I am a writer, not a singer
your memory makes me a believer,
in hopeful thoughts, and personal desires.

You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.

Feeling lonely like this, feels terrible
feels worse when you know it's your fault
you feel this way, your fault for your mistakes
you made.

Way to long ago i fell for a girl
Tis the tragedy of all males
To meet someone cute in a dress
To fall for a girl who becomes your world
But then when put to her test you fail
And your life goes back to that mess
You lived before her
I wonder if she knows how I adore
Her company and loved her smile
The only person to attempt to teach
You that emotion poets write about
That sparked emotion the sets your mind ablaze
With thoughts of that person,
That sends a shock through you
That which is love,
But now she is gone,
Time to move on?

I seem to hunger for that kiss,
the kind that lingers on your lips
for days and days till the next one
that special kiss that only happens
every now and then, the kind
that makes your mind
go blank,
and your heart
to sink