I see your face in the moonlit sky
I can’t believe it but oh I try
To imagine a world where time stays at a standstill
You lean in closer but I move back
You can’t decipher my mind tonight
But darling if only you knew
Everything’s falling apart

You say you love me but I don’t see it
I’m hard to love and I know you believe it
Why waste your time when you know
Time will tear us apart, well
maybe thats love?
maybe thats love.

we did it.
we got through another year.
another heartbreak.
another bout of laughter.
we experienced pain that felt like a lifetime
and every part of it was temporary.
but with the pain comes the healing.
with the end of 2016, comes the beginning of 2017.
so we're going to heal.
we are going to repair ourselves.
let our exposed parts
become windows into the soul.
let the light in.
we're going to grow together.

Oceanic Liquidity

Melodies of Love Live Life

How do I end up so lucky/unlucky to have/not have  you??

Completion of thoughts, eyes lustful filled with the eternity that makes my heart MELT...

Wet with the history on a scroll that prescribes our love in large doses...

I'm hooked off your endorphins and prescriptions of forever and always, mentally I'm hooked...

You're the perfect high, inhaled long ago and trailing this whole time like smoke leaves a gun, no Captain Hook...

Let's fly away from this mindless place of crannies and nooks...

And fill our library of love with memories and watery brooks...

Dripping, with thoughts of what could be, ******...wait look..

My mind drains in the faucet yet stays clogged with what can be and could be seen...graphically with leaves of autumn satires in everlasting love and wintery passionate wet sheets...

Though the fire builds and smoldered with disconnection and non-affection I'm still willing and able to love and hopefully live with happiness filled with lilies and sunflowers, the soil we found is so meek...

Loving your grips, my throat suicidally bleeding but healing, as the sun heals the wombs that could be...

I love to love your ambiance...your smile...dripping with the factual thought of ravaging you on a white pedestal of the piano keys...

Musically, sexually....horizons that I've never seen, only to wake up inside your moist starry glow of dandelions and tulips, my stem continually grows so perfectly...

Can I *** beyond this life into the next?  Seeking the birth of wisdom most abolitionist can't claim a defect..?

Oh boy, I swim like Japanese coy, tattooed on the events and situations that make people play like a toy....