When you play your guitar, I was entranced by your mysterious melody.
Your calloused fingers,
Plucked and caressed,
the copper string of your old mahogany guitar, Ibanez.
The one you had since you were a child,
The one you were now playing for me on the dew drop grass of this frigid 4th of July night.

Gentle tremors shake my heartstrings.
I watch you so closely.
Watching your face as you play.
You look up at me for a second and what I saw was more beautiful than music.

The clock’s hands slowly caress the numbers
Tick…Tick..Tick
the minute hand eagerly moves to greet the hour hand
it's 11:59 am,
one more minute until they reach perfect unity
it's 12 pm,
in the span of 60 seconds, they separate again  
its 12:01pm,
They wait for time to take its course
“12 more hours,” they say

I had a lily heart
pure and passionate
I was gentle
My white petals were fragile and wilted when you touched me
Why did you rip me from my roots?
My severed stem laid limp in a cold ceramic vase
I was a symbol of your dying love and for each petal you picked was followed by
I love you…I love you not

Cracked lips and burning eyes
My skin as hot as the blazing sun
I have cried too much and it has stolen my beauty
My tears quench my dried skin but if not wiped away fast enough they will stain my cheeks and paint a permanent picture of depression

Maybe the problem is I fall too hard and too fast but at this point I am used to getting scrapes on my knees
Though I try to bandage the cuts the blood still seeps through like when I said I loved you

When I looked into your eyes I was put into a trance my soul and yours were completely one
As you smiled it felt like my lips were lifted by  magnets and no matter how hard I forced myself to not show you the white of my teeth and pink of my gums I couldn't help it because
The moment I glanced at you the world became out of focus  but you my love were in high definition
I can't explain why you made my body tremble and heart race but I didn't care because I had already fallen under your spell