send me down the moon river
when I have only passion in my heart
when my body's in chills and shivers
take me to the river of art

when there's nothing left of me to give
take me to the place of dreams
where my soul can forever live
nourished by the gentle streams

send me to the moon river, I beg of you
I'll be home by late noon
so please don't cry when I bid adieu
goodbye, goodbye sweet one, I'll see you soon


© L.F.

the lines on my notebook pages scoff
as they see me writing your name once again


©L.F.

we must have run out of songs to sing to
we must have run out of ways to make each other laugh
we must have forgotten all the birthdays we spent together
we must have forgotten the days on the recess yard
or maybe we just simply ran out of things to say
because now we're miles away from each other
while sitting in the same room
and i feel an emptiness in my heart,
in the place you dwelled so deeply

©L.F.

wishing I was older
while trying to slow down time


©L.F.

a sunrise never promised you a sunset,
but you expected it anyway
as my skies turned gray immediately
in your disappointed eyes

© L.F.

upon his eyes, i read in the reflection his story
i see the memories, the fearful nights, the noisy mornings
and the nights worth of words appear on his skin as he shivers under my living touch
he isn't friends with the wicked, he's been taken hostage by it
he's not cold, not ruthless,
only perceived this way
by those whose heads live in the luscious clouds of the heavens
while his mind is rooted in the earth
and his eyes
they're empty, pleading, hoping, yet accepting
his pools of polluted oceans hold more trauma than others
and it takes one to know one


©L.F.

the edge of summer
bursting adrenaline
the season flowing through our veins
while we wait patiently
in the fields of spring

©L.F.

it's like i've loved you before i could breathe.
it's like i've loved you since the first time i cried
and i cried because i couldn't find you.
our souls are connected,
veins to veins, with blood and life rushing through us as one.
i gravitate towards you
and if atoms tried to split between us
and break our bond once more, my love,
we may have to disprove the laws of science.
because you and i, we are forever and always,
past, present, and future.


©L.F.

I always played it safe,
but now I'm willing to risk losing everything
just to try to have something better,
you make me do this

©L.F.

a minty scent fills the air,
a cold feeling is felt on my chest,
a warm towel is placed on my forehead,
tears are wiped from my red cheeks,
my eyelids grow heavy as the aching wears off
and the nostalgia hits

©L.F.

I'm ready and willing to fix you
even if it means giving you a piece of me,
and that's what scares me about love

©L.F.

I write about you every night,
hoping I might find you waiting for me in my dreams

©L.F.

the wait is too much to bear
each hour passed slower than the clouds
the anxiety ate me alive more than anything
or maybe it was the lack of motivation
or simply the mutual loneliness
whatever is it may be
it eats me alive like an animal picks at the roadkill carcass of his own brother
the same blood running through my veins makes my heart race
and the waiting,
the agonizing, torturous, waiting,
was hell disguised as purgatory.

©L.F.

maybe in some other life
we sit across from each other
at the kitchen table
and go over the grocery list

©L.F.

sometimes i wonder if you ever loved me.
maybe at some point, when i was happier and whole,
when you would ask me about my day,
when i would ask of yours,
when you would bring me home a sticker from work
and i would always ask you if you had to go back the next day,
when you would pack me lunches with Sunny D,
when i would draw you pictures,
but now there silence when you come home.
i don't see you in the mornings,
you don't bring home stickers,
i don't drink Sunny D anymore,
and my pictures are off the fridge and in the trash.
and i miss you while you're still here.
so maybe i'm the one that's gone.

©L.F.

with the slam of every door
with the drop of every picture frame
with every octave raised
with every night spent crying
with every morning spent praying
as the noises creep around the corner of the hallway
and that free-spirited
joy-filled
troublesome
pure and innocent adolescence is spent  
listening to two people fall out of love

©L.F.

i'd trade in heaven for hell
if it meant staying with you

©L.F.

you don't see who's really with you
till your in the dark

©L.F.

my eyes droops like the tea bags i drown in my white kitchen mugs
now stained with leftover herbs
as i'm trapped in the walls of my own exhaustion,
the alarm clock like a ticking bomb,
another night without sleep,
another night without a dream,
another night i try to find peace under the stars,
in the deafening quiet,
and just rest.

©L.F.