What i wanted
Was sun
But instead
I got rain
What i wanted
was love
But instead
I got pain
What i wanted
was peace
But instead
i got hate
And from what i feel
I think everyone can relate

And Parden me,
but on just What side Are You.....??????

SIGN SAYS:

Don't feed the animals....hmmm...just Who is Who???

Again, excuse my Clarify....
Sometimes the hue must shift to Darken Sky
Requires a Delicacy of lace and lash
Blinking an intricate frequency match
in intervals to small to see, so as to be them both at Once into Union Phase Integration

Until the mornings Light Of Day....

Kisses...

Phase Out

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f

red blood cells live for about four months
white blood cells can live for over a year
skin cells live about two to three weeks

slowly, hour by hour
day by day
week by week
month by month
year by year
my body will die and replace itself

and surely enough
some day
eventually
i will have a body you never touched
and hair you never pulled

if I were the rain I could
touch your face
and blend in with
the tears you've cried,
I could gently wash away
your pain and comfort you
on winter nights.
if I were the sun I could
keep you warm
and make sure every day
was bright.
I would wrap you up
in sunny rays and capture
you and hold you tight.
if I were the wind, I could
play with your hair,
blow you away, take you
everywhere.
but I'm just a girl with
a broken heart, and it
beats for you, and
you'll never care.
if I were the moon, I could
light the sky, and watch
over you from up above --
but I'm just a girl,
I can't offer much.
I don't have the world --
but I'll give you love.