We wake to skies of groggy grey
and struggle to wipe the night from our eyes.
Rain pelts the windowpane as I burrow into you
and ask with a tongue still warped by dreams
if we can stay in today and sleep off the world like a bad hangover.

We could turn the bed into a boat
and use the day to travel the seven seas.
Our pillows could be rocket thrusters on a spaceship
trailing asteroids through the cosmic void.
We could go spelunking under the comforter
and scale mountains with the sheets.

I could try to convince you it’s just the weather,
but the truth is I just want more of you – all of you.
I want every adventure from our bed
to a jungle, to a mountain range,
to trips to the grocery store and
making pancakes in our pajamas.

So let’s sleep late and lazy and
make our bodies into puzzle pieces
because today, rain or shine, we’re playing hookey.

I wish i could swim into the brightness of your eyes, and there just be fulfilled of joy and happiness, and your smile to send me millions of miles away with you. To a magic place where are tears are wasted on the emptiness of sorrow. Then your lips will take me on a mahic highway of peace and beauty, where my senses can only be light on with you by my side. And  everytime you speak its like if the  trees turn into many colors and start to dance to the rhythm of your sweet and tender voice. But it turns out I dont need a magic place. I dont see anything around because the whole world is standing right in front of me. I call it "You". Everytime Im with you, you make that spot magical. My magic place is in you.
You may be only another girl in this twisted world of confusion, but to me, you are the wonder of this world. Lets just say I love you the double of infinite plus the triple of too much.

Sensation smooths it likes to follow
Truth is sharp and hard to swallow

The eye serves forth a tasteful feast
Snares women dressed as hungered beasts

Redundancies in clarity
All's death and love in Verity

Brad Pitt picks his nose and eats it

Natalie Portman cries in the tub over trivial things

President Obama has sleep apnea

And you are afraid of the dark

You said I was pretty
And one of a kind

You secured me
And changed how i view myself

You said you will love me
Until the very end

I trusted your words
I memorized your every line

You gripped my hand tight
You said you'll never let me go

I forgot that words can wither
And feelings can change too

Our song stopped humming
You started letting go of my hand

What happened to our ending?
You just left me bruised.

The river swells and breaks before the plunge, plumetting down, down far below the ledge of my vision where you can hear the mighty crash and roar of water on rock and you can feel the rushing power of it all beside you, wondering what it would be like to be swept away...
And this is just a small reminder of how small and incapable I am, and how vulnerable I am to natures whim

Big fat Buffalo
Sometimes fast, though, sometimes slow
Bison knows no foe