Like a fire in a forest,
the illness quickly spread,
from the bottom of his feet the the crown of his dear head.

The illness I speak of is deadly,
and can often not be cured,
and when he finally dies, in the ocean his ashes will be poured.

He lost this tragic battle,
but in memory he will forever last,
because he is every breeze,
every star,
every single blade of grass.

Do you ever look in the mirror and hope to see what you're not,
for all of your worries and frown lines to have been banished from your face,
the hurt from your sunken eyes to have gone whilst you slept,
the knots in your hair to have unraveled themselves,
for your knuckles to no longer ache,
and for you to have more strength,
for your shoulders to become less tense,
your body to be light,
to drift amoungst others,
who envy your ease in this world.

You told me you didn't like make up so I wore minimal,
you said you loved laid back clothing,
so my style was changed,
you told me that you preferred curled hair,
so I refused to straighten,
you said you wanted someone who was open and honest,
so that I became,
none of the changes seemed to matter,
because it wasn't really me that you wanted,
and in the process you were being pulled out,
and I was sinking deeper in.

3,400 miles away,
in my heart you will forever stay.
the distance between us doesn't mean a thing,
because I love you right now even more than last spring.
you are my darling, my sweet heart to be,
my ideal, my perfect, the boy from my dream.
I may be young and naive still,
but I adore you with my whole heart and always will.
peoples opinions don't matter to me,
because for you'd I'd do everything my perfect baby.
I never even realised someone like you could exist,
you have everything on my mental checklist.
so one day my angel,
together we shall be,
locked in embrace,
forever and a day.

Words mean so much to me,
You never know what your last ones may be.

There are plenty you can conjure up,
from the longer ones to something plain as 'cup'.

Some are able to make your day,
others you hope no one will ever say.

not just ink and needle,
it's memories and pain,
hopes and dreams,
names and beauty.

art across a body,
canvas showing your story,
messages in korean,
no one has to know.

delicate birdcage on one thigh,
or a anchor next to an eye,
they can have meaning,
or none at all.

impulse descisions,
or contemplations,
all of them perfectly fine.

Cross my heart and hope to die,
I promise under nighttime sky,

no part of me is crossed,
none of these words to be lost.

an innocent swear of 'I love you mores'
and I always will,
because you my darling have no flaws.