Take my hand.
We will hold each other until
the world comes to it's knees.
After all, Its just you and me,
My dear.

I can see the stars inside
her eyes.
I can see the galaxy
resting in her heart.

The black shroud of space
cascades down her shoulders.
Her personality shines,
like the sun.

And yet I can see the moon
buried in her soul,
cold and baron.
alone...

She needs someone,
To hold her close.
And touch her lips.

Sometimes, love is
Putting a knife to your heart,
And letting someone else
Grab the handle.

- M.S.

Everyone heard it,
And everyone saw it.
The crash came from
Within her lungs,
And shards fell from her eyes.

There once was a man
with the gravest of frowns,

hung like a ham
by the folk of his town

who wanted to see
if his sad mouth might be

any happier turned upsidedown ..

I want to hear your voice.
I want to see you smile.
I wish I could hug you.
Keep you safe.
Hold you in my arms.
And tell you I am proud of you.
You're my precious friend.
I will always protect you at any cost.
Too bad Skype is the closest we can get.
I wish I could meet you my dear friend.

Lost souls wandering on the shores of love,
     looking over the shipwreck,
     wanting to cross the waters,
     not wanting to get their feet wet.
The ocean is too icy for their salty tears,
and their eyes of pond too warm for the sweet, inviting waves.

Lost souls wandering on the shores of love,
     dying for a sip to quench their arid hearts,
     wanting to drown,
     not wanting to dive.
The trenches too shallow for their collapsing lungs,
and their breaths too deep for such a shoal sea.

Lost souls wandering on the shores of love,
     wanting to get a taste of the crashing waters,
     choosing to eternal be walkers and gazers
     and lost and trapped on the coarse, sandy shores
     and chafe their soles;
     and remain unfound,
     meandering souls.