Crystals.
Falling from the sky.
Cold, but soft like kisses.
They melt with love,
Ingrained on your face.
They needed it.
They needed kisses too.
They never asked to be cold.
Make snow angels for the ones that fell to grieve with other snowflakes
That never fell on your cheek.

The boats on the deck lit up like New York City.
You sat on the sand with your hood up.
I never felt so much in love.
It was quiet in that misty air.
I laughed.
How you loved my laughter.
You should smile with your heart more often.
The lights out shone the stars,
But as long as you enjoyed the view, I was happy.
I lied on the sand and you did too.
You began to laugh
And I burrowed my head by your rib cage.
You didn't seem to mind.
Neither did I.

Just like that you were gone.
Like the waters that washed away our names in the sand.
The wind blew by my face and whispered
I told you so.
That same wind danced around us months ago
with happiness.
I never liked wind.
The scenery hasn't been the same for me.
I don't think it ever will.
The water turned cold, like your nature.
Seashells are now broken
And the waves don't crash on the rocks anymore.
The ocean is grieving for me.
I guess she loved us too.

Your eyes remind me of a sunset.
At your most vulnerable,
Ready to rest
And let the dark sky blend with your mood.
Your eyelashes (longer than mine)
is the imaginary dome
that blocks all of the feelings you see,
All the nature that loves you twice as more.
I can still see the sunset
even though midnight creeped up on us.
When I cuff my hand around your cheek,
what do you see in my eyes?
My kiss on your forehead his different meanings
And hope someday you'll feel it.
It should be the opposite,
You and I.
But the circumstances are different than most.
Just don't ever let that sunset sink in your eyes.
Let me always be your everlasting sunrise.

My head is out of words.
I cannot recall melodies.
Routine has killed my inspiration.
I now know nothing, but rushed repertoire.
I have no time to think and feel like a human,
Like a programmed robot.
My creativity has worn off.
I hate thinking like a formula with one answer.
I want to see worlds within this world.
I want creativity to soar from my fingers out to my toes
To the point where the magic flies out of my ears and it never stops.
Conditioned to a cubicle with paperwork can only be tolerable for so long.
How can one not carry a notebook around in an atmosphere like that?

I rise before sun the yawns at the break of dawn.
The midnight sky fades as I drive away in the car.
The sky already caressed the sunrise in its arms.
I missed that true love meeting.
How the sky allows the sun to light up its heart until the evening's eyes fill with tiredness and carelessly falls asleep.
Routine can **** one's love for nature slowly.
Hopefully not mine.

It eats through my muscles,
Absorbs into my brain
And graciously venoms my heart,
Like a hunger that consumes an everlasting emptiness.
My sanity ceases bit by bit
And insanity eases into my soul,
A darkened soul that can never be pure again.
It traps the emotions I felt once before I sold myself into misery.