Because you are one of a kind, hard to understand, yet you keep me balanced.

Walking across the sand, listening to the waves that come back and forth.

I wonder if I'm worth your time.

Glistening stars all around, you make me smile without making a sound.

As we peacefully sit down, I try and understand where you're coming from.

I put myself out there like an open book while you're a locked diary.

Only opened with a key and that has me thinking what can we be.

Moments where you want to be alone that's where I want to come along the most.

It's your warmth that brings me in, but it's your affection that makes me spin across the room.

Then how you can change from one mood to another
leaves me confused as to whether

I should stand my ground and stay strong
or come down and try to find out what's wrong
till you push me away

with words like I'm okay,
I'm fine,
when we both know their lies.

Sometimes it's the way we misinterpret each other,
but then again we are lovers.

Have you ever wanted something so bad?
And by that, I mean someone.
In the most cliché way, I can say.
That in another universe or time
You would have been mine.

I have learned to forgive, love, and overcome.
Others haven't, so I consider myself lucky.
Things happen for a reason, so I've heard.

I have friends who tell me their stories of misguided love, confused only in a way to be brought together by rapture.
That re-kindling feeling among each other
They go back to each other as lovers.
I've seen it all, been through the fall,
from sunset to dawn,
I've seen it all.

I write this because I just want to tell it how it is.
You can write your opinion, fact, or experience, but it's all the same.
You're just like every other person in the world.

I want to talk about her lips
The way her curves accentuate her hips
Her walk is so demanding,
I love pursuing her when she’s walking.
The only thing more exotic than her smile
is that high waist skirt that I keep staring at for a while.
Her high pitched voice is my favorite sound
If it was my choice, I’d hear it all year round.
Dreams are the new playgrounds
Her body is a wonderland
And I just want to swing back and forth.
Before the the clock strikes 12,
I am under her spell.
First, you came in close.
Then, I froze.
and in that moment, I desired friction
but it wasn't in my jurisdiction.
so here I am, left with this depiction
poems allow me to release tension
so here’s my expression,
but also my inner intentions.