But I still think of you
But I still answer your calls
But I still love you
But I still miss you
But I still want you
But I still long for your touch
But I still text you back and say "I miss you too"

A kiss can mean so much:
Lust, love, affection, longing, passion, desire, senseless, scandal, foolish

I can wish on an eyelash
Or even a dandelion
But nothing will make you
Come back to me

I hope you see my face again
In a crowded cafe or subway
And we meet eye, only for a second
But we walk away

Whisper in my ear
All the things I would
Like to hear

As your finger traces down
My spine; I lose hope for
The last time.

I think about you
And all you said to
Me.

I think about the way
Your hand lightly
Traced my spine.

But when thinking gets
To be too much, I sit
back and realize...

You were never mine
At all.

Do you stare straight
Through my soul?

With those electrifying
Blue eyes you stare
Straight through my soul.

What is love to lust
Like heaven to hell?

What does one say
To a four letter word
With no meaning?

What is love to lust
Like dark to night?

What does one do
When temptation
Whispers?

What is love to lust
Like heaven to hell?

Stolen kisses
Stolen heart
Stolen mind
It's not that
Hard to start

One single touch
Upon my skin
Makes my heart
Open up
Again

I feel a revival in my bones
When the warm summer wind blows
The smell of the flowers waft past
As I breath in the scent of new life.
No longer do the shackles of winter hold
Me down, instead I am one with nature
In its most beautiful moments.

I feel a rival in my bones
When I see the tear drops of dew
Pour off the tops of the grass
So slowly in an effortless way.

While the purple, pink, orange
And yellow flowers intoxicate
My heart as they sway so slowly
In the warm summer wind.

I feel a revival in my bones
When I touch the honeysuckles
And pick their leaves just to know
That this is real.

This is what is real…materialistic
Items have no real impact on my
Heart. I need substance to feel true
Happiness

I felt that revival in my bones
That one summer day when all
Of my troubles seemed to melt away.

Gray. The gray walls. The gray desk. The gray chair.
Even the gray teacher stares back at me.

I look outside to only find myself in company with
The trees. The green, vibrant, and lush buds of the trees..
Oh, how I’m intoxicated by its beauty.

I keep staring out  the pain window glass..I am in the tree,
Touching the velvet buds, looking down at the purple, pink and Yellow roses and daises budding.
Nothing gray can be found here!

I am snapped out of my day dream by the gray paper and gray Pencil landing on my desk. The gray voice saying you have
A gray amount of time. It’s wrong…It’s wrong! It is
ALL wrong! What is heaven to hell, like gray to nature?
I long for freedom, color, and vibrance…not gray bars!
A jail cell! That is what it is!

Substance!
I need substance to sustain me or I will feel empty!
Time is ticking..the buds are turning..my life will
Soon be consumed by gray but I won’t let it! Break
Those gray bars holding you in this cell and just a
Touch upon those green buds…that new life…will
Make all the difference. I can not be put in this reality.

I live in my fantasy. I want to be free with the yellow
Sunshine raining on me. Back in my daydream..but
Now it is bitter-sweet you see. More! I want more
Than gray! I want to feel chills run down my spine as I
Touch the supple leaves of the willow trees and the buds
Of the daises.

The sunshine is pouring on me and I am
Just about to reach out and glide my fingers
Along the smooth branches…until I am snapped
Back into a reality.

I see gray. The teacher calls another gray amount
Of time. My paper is blank, but my mind is not.

It’s time to slump back into my gray world you see,
Because my Fantasy can’t last forever. Only until
The day I am resurrected when the final bells ring
Freeing me from society will the gray Melt away.
The gray teacher carries on and on...but I look back
Outside you see,
And I don’t feel so empty.

I’ll think of you when I’m alone.
I’ll think of you when the breeze
Of the sea moves my memories.
I’ll think of you when I see a plane
Gliding freely through earth’s sad,
Blue sky.

I’ll think of your hand in mine
When all of the world felt so right.
I’ll think of your hair matted across
Your face as your lips mouthed sweet
Words to me.

I’ll think of my hands gliding over your
Skin, reliving all your fears and dreams.
I’ll think of your piercing crystal blue eyes
As they penetrated deep into my soul…
Reading my every thought and action.

But most of all,
I’ll think of you tonight