you are sweeter than pure sugar dancing across my lips
you are made of the sweeteners of life
the flowers in the garden of Eden
the foundation of the Earth
from the lands of milk and honey
to the land we stand on
to the air we breathe
to the sun that warms us
made with God's very hands
the heavens must have been proud after creating you,
the closest thing to a human angel on earth


©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.

let me scream these words from the edge of the earth,
from the depth of my heart,
to your pretty little ears,
till my heart swells with the overwhelming, bittersweet pain
and my lungs turn blue.
"i love you, i love you, i love you."

©L.F.

warm like the summer sun in the evening
and as tender as the summer moon at night


©L.F.

I don't know how you do it but with every
delicate, graceful movement and shift you make
heads turn in your direction


©L.F.

like the simple, earthy, natural scent
the air gives off when it rains for ten minutes
then the sun comes out


©L.F.

you **** me softly with every syllable,
your vocals do not make me shake,
but make me stand perfectly still
to make sure I don't miss hearing even a mumble
come from between those lips


©L.F.

the tears were traitors,
I tried so hard not to cry
repeating the words mom always said,
"boys aren't worth your tears"
but slowly they fell from my heavy lids
one by one, mocking me
while they left their stains of exhaustion
with the streaks left on my cheek,
the tears were traitors


©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.

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.

I have to fit my hand into yours,
like forcing misfit puzzle pieces together,
just to get you to hold my hand


©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.

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 crave human touch
someone to cuddle
it doesn't have to be from a significant other or that of such
but from anyone please, before I drown in this puddle
puddles of loneliness, so late at night
I long for someone to hold me,
squeezing me tight
whoever up there that may be listening, take my plea
and send someone to please lay next to me


©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.

why do you get me so mad
I don't even care about you
I never even liked whatever it was we had
so why do you leave me so blue
when I see you've moved on?
is it jealousy? not of you, but of a relationship
of someone to love, the way people write about in all those songs
but this ****** like a thorn, leaving a rosy marked nip

I never had real feelings for you
and I don't want to be your girlfriend
so I'm confused right now, I'm not sure what's true
I'm drowning in the deep end
obsessing over things that I shouldn't care about
this isn't the song I like to sing
and I'm still not sure why I have a pout
because I'm over you, but for some reason, my heart still stings


© 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.

sometimes the shortest sentences
show the most meaning,
from the first "I love you"
to the final "I do"
the words either send chills up your body,
paint a smile across your face,
or, if you're lucky, both


©L.F.

one of the only places I feel safe
and your hugs,
as healing to the bones as honeycomb


©L.F.