I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says

"I
Love
You".

Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet

"I
Love
You".

The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?

I
Love
You.

Don't carry your mistakes around with you.
Instead , place them under your feet
and use them as stepping stones.

I thirst with
an ache for
something I
cannot name

So in death I shall
quench my thirst

i am an aloe plant

waiting for the sun

my leaves droop

for it is darker

than i'd prefer

but i stay alive

i still exsist

i know the time is coming

when the light will emerge

and i will grow stronger

and you will too

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)