Life last only
a short time

So few love
Can ever be shared

So few words
Can ever be said

It is not an illusion
my reason why ,
I bleed poetry

To make my life magic
Before I fade away

The light escaped barely through the cold morning.
I found you broken—and I was too,
You healed me more than I could heal you,
I wiped the tear rolling down your cheek,
Your last word escaped the brim of your lips
So weak, so fragile;
And our love grew boundless.

I believe in other-worldly gentle prodding
(and not always so gentle)
Someone on your mind whom you havn't seen around for awhile
and you been wishing to catch up with
suddenly, out the blue they come around, and you left with your wondering again at the way this Universe is always conspiring for your good, and the good of others.

If someone is being kind and saying hi
You should at least have the decency to look them in the eye