Your lips,
Their touch,
The bliss,
It muses me to poetry.
Summons words which bare my mind,
My heart,
My soul,
For you I'd write a million, and if I ever stopped to speak, I'd fill the air with praise!
Raise your image to the heavens, for the world should know it's grace.
Perfection is the word you wear, so beautifully.
Yet you humble in your impeccability.
So I beg you, do turn your head to me!
Let me revel in such beauty,
My heart awaken in your loving stare!
Let not my skin forget your lips!
Instead, have me burn in lustful passion, as each new kiss becomes my newest bliss
And as such my newest muse.

I have been long gone
I kept my memories
in a suitcase
preserved like fossils
in the museum of my room
but I will carry them with me
as I stumble on the
next thing
that falls in front of me

I have had mistakes
that tried to knock
on the walls of my mind
but it's about time
my brain learns
from practice
over and over
not to fall for their emotions
but to know how to cope with them

I have had moments
that tattooed smiles
on every neuron
creating memories
of moments
that I seek sanctuary in
whenever I find the need to

I have had the idea of change
marinating in me
almost forcing me to believe it
to live it, to breathe
then...

I have had you to look
into my eyes
sometime later
telling me to
"stop faking it
it's always
been you"