No amount of time would ever be enough with you

cotton candy clouds
adorn the purple blue sky
as i wonder what lays ahead

but for now
life is so sweet.

The air so warm and soft
almost whispering to me
about the good that lays beyond

but for now
life is so sweet.

as i reach up to the sky
almost able to touch those sweet
cotton candy clouds.

so sweet.

Christmas is pointless
Since they misinterpreted
Presence for presents.

And maybe, it is enough to have just one person who stands by you through the storms.
Maybe, just one pure soul is enough to share all your life with.
Maybe, it's not about people.
Maybe, it's just about one special person.

it's forbidden to write about you
it's impossible don't write about you
i need to write about you
getting out words
is like getting out pain...
to write about you is my pain
it's forbidden to write about you
it's forbidden to think about you
you are forbidden to me

we write because we are told
we write because we are cold

so why write poetry?

is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say

if not
why do you write poetry?

because I can
&
because I am

we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak

words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die

i'm afraid that
i'll have all the words
to a love poem in my head
but no one to give them to