I kissed you
In the rain
As our love
Became
True

Baby
I'm in love
With you

You're the fire
Heating up my heart
Kiss me until
I'm love drunk

Sugar and spice
Isn't needed
To describe
How much
I love
Your face
And your eyes
And the passion
From all the loving
Embraces and more
This is the cure
For all sadness
For sure

I use pain for inspiration.
Because something that is terrible at face value
Can be used to create
Beautiful masterpieces.

I love it when
the wind blows.
My invisible friend
that no one else knows.

I love it when
it roars in my ears
and tickles my face
I love it when it picks up my hair
and moves it out of place.

I love it when it's so strong
and it whispers secrets to me.
The wind is where I belong...
I am the lock, and it is the key.

I feel as if it could pick me up
and take me away
I could just close my eyes
and pray
that the wind will
hold me.

When inspiration dries
and compassion has expired
I am left crying
and bent on my knees
Not for my current misery
but for my realization
And while I may love you
I know it is more than true
That you are beautiful, baby
but you are not the one

i cannot be mad because you are going to get love from a ***** with short shorts and high heels and tight tank tops.
i cannot be mad because you hang around this chick with ******* and long legs.
i cannot be mad because i am not your first choice.

i can just try harder.