The right person,
the wrong time!
The right script,
the wrong line!
the right poem,
the wrong rhyme!
and a piece of you,
that was never mine

Let me in
Over the fence
Shake the cold bottle of beer
Empty the bag of chips
Rage on and on and on

There have been better days
In which I thrived
The world, alone
And afraid
In the wilderness of the unknown
I found you

Now there have been better days
Now spent with the sound
Of your loud laughter
In the crooked curve of your arm
My ghosts scream
And shout their surrender

In the space between
Your neck and your cheeks
Let me put a little kiss
As I rest my heart
Unto yours
I am saved

Different hues of blue
And a little rain
Every now and then
Every day always feels
Like new
I guess all this
Because time is always
Spent with you

Now gray skies may
Cloud upon and disrupt
Our silly little world
Yet, you always have
The umbrella
And sometimes
The last word

There will be days
That are either
Fun or a bore
Sunny day and rainy days
And gloomy ones
I'm sure
I'm just happy to say
At the end of every day
You make me
Look forward
To more

don't tear me apart
when you feel like
you are fading

don't scream for my help
when you see
you are bleeding

don't cover your eyes
when i tell you
i am leaving

our wounds
have caused each other
hearts that needs beating

my love
we are
but a dream that is waking

and when you leave
i feel like
words that
don't have meaning

to you
i'm just
a word
a phrase
a sound
a quote
a meteor

to me
you are
the whole book
the whole page
my dreams
my hopes
my woes