Pretty pretty pretty
But you remain the same
As the childish and petty
To whom living is a game

Ugly ugly ugly
Not a blemish in sight
Because the pretty ones bug me
*What counts is inside

Every day
may not be good,
but there is always
some good to be found
in every day.

The same can be said
of practically anything.

If you can't find it,
make it.
Once it's there:
nurture it.

You are my coffee
Not just in the morning
You keep me awake even at night
With thought of you that's never ending

Shes unexpected but thrilling
like the kind of drink that sneaks up on you.
Few refills of her and the only music your zoned into
is the sound she makes when she laughs.

I can still taste your lips upon mine,
with a little bit of **** from our last line.
I can still smell your sweet, sweet cologne,
as you rubbed against me when we were alone.
I can still remember your beautiful soft voice,
as you would whisper in my ear with genuine joyce.
I can still feel your touch,
on every part of me you clutched.
I know our love was hard to handle,
because in the end, it was another burning candle.
-s.g