I have been held captive
By this stupid trait
And I'm on the road
To my ugly fate

Jealous: I always was;
Jealous: I definitely still am
Oh, how I wish I were not,
Yet still I am ******

Free from these shackles;
How I wish I were
But what my future holds:
Appears unfortunately as a blur

So I'll be waiting
Right here in agony—
Waiting to be saved
From my utter **jealousy

it was s p r i n g
but it felt like a u t u m n

too nervous
to drink my coffee

but you were too nervous
not to,
too nervous
to leave it sit,
too nervous
to let your hands be empty

it was spring
but it felt like autumn

darkness
surrounding

a l i g h t breeze
and then your lips
so soft and g e n t l e

were
on
mine

it was spring
but it felt like autumn

mobile ringing
a reminder of the night
coming t o a c l o s e

a reminder
i g n o r e d
while your fingers
ignited like fire
caressing my skin

i t was spring

but it f e l t like autumn

it felt like f o r e v e r

t   i   m   e   l   e   s   s

e     n     d     l     e     s     s

as i pulled
your lips
to mine

The sultry subtlety of bird-song;
The beating of Nature's gong;
The ambiance of nothing-gone-wrong. . .
Peace does exist where
birds belong.

Everyone knows you
But I know you by far
I recalled playing with you when I was two
As you dressed yourself
With a sky, so blue
I giggle, you twinkle, my joys are simple
I’ll always look up at you