How can I say?
You have beauty, in every which way
Your eyes blue like the bay
Your smile brings light from gray
Your hair, as bright as a sun ray
And for those who find beauty in other things,
Nature, people, diamonds, rings
The stories of history, or life's riveting mystery
No matter who or what
We find beauty in everything, a simple thought.

Your hands amaze me.
Strong yet tender.
The lightest touch from them
sends goosebumps trailing across my arms.
So soft and smooth
as you run your thumb across my cheek
-almost as an afterthought
before you turn away
and leave me standing here.
Breathless.

Picking up the telephone to hear your voice
always comes as a shock.
It's so familiar
and yet so different.
You sound the same
but your honey-sweet words
seem to wrap around my throat
and make it impossible for me to speak.
A strangled cry the only thing
to escape my lips.

And then there's silence on the other end
as you realize that these words
don't settle warmly throughout me
like they used to just a short time ago.

Easy laughter no longer follows
your charming quips
and it makes you uncomfortable.
So you quickly make your excuses
and say your goodbyes
because we both know
that you won't stand to suffer.

And as I hang up
I try to remember the exact moment
when the air shifted
and we suddenly became strangers.

And I wonder where you've gone to.

I've always wanted to be known
as the girl who was always laughing.
Someone carefree and whimsical.
A voice that can make you float to the clouds
and lay there next to her
not worrying of how much time has passed
and spending forever dancing through the sky
because nothing else mattered.

A girl with a smile that told a story
that would inspire and refresh you.
Her presence made the air feel lighter
and the night sky glow.
She made your day brighter
with a simple tune she hummed to herself
and you caught yourself singing along
and you didn't want to stop.

But to have happiness like that,
I think,
could never be possible
and that girl could never exist
outside of my minds eye
and the poems I write.
But even to have her as a work of fiction
is better than not at all
and for that,
I can never stop writing her.

I saw you today
for only a brief moment as you drove by.
Maybe on your way to work,
or to the grocery store,
or to the place you've begun to call home.
Anywhere but to be with me.

I saw you today
and it brought back a flood of memories-
of long late night talks,
of walking to the bus stop together
on chilly mornings,
of singing My Chemical Romance
at the top of our lungs.

I saw you today
and I wondered if this would be the last time.
Is this the last image I'd ever have of you?
A flash of unruly hair and glasses,
distracted by something in the rear view mirror?
Or would you come back out of the blue
and the feelings would become long forgotten?

I saw you today.
But you didn't see me.

It's been a while
Since I've put a pen in my hand
It's been a while since I've let it out
Since I've screamed and listened for the echo
Since I've smiled and waited for the frown.

Sometimes words just don't fit.
No matter how hard you try you never say what you mean
and in the end
you feel sad...
at least I do.

Some people can't smile
and no matter how hard they try it's never real
in the end
you can't help them
and you feel sad....
and empty.....
at least I do

Hello, Tuesday.
You greeted me.
As I greeted you.
With a total positive attitude.

There's something about this third day.
That gets lost within the week.
Maybe it's because it's not stormy like the second day.
Or ashy like the fourth.

But similar to all of them.
It's a great day to love.
Who would want anything more?

This love is reserved.
No part of this heart can be used without their permission.
Only if love was that simple.

We try to reproduce things we have seen.
By anyway.
By any means.
Except in this case.
Your love is copyrighted.
You have given it totally to me.

And it can't be produced electronically.

But it can be restored mechanically.
And retrieved.
When you offer it all to me.

I just know this.
Your love is copyrighted.
And all rights are reserved

Similar to words in a book.
Your love has me hooked.
And don't matter what imprint placed upon it.
You know, who it was meant for.

Say this to your wife.
And watch her smile.
Say,I love you.

Let a few minutes pass.
Then say it again.
Say, I love you.
And that you're my very best friend.
Then watch her face.


You will notice a smile coming back toward you.

Yes, you can purchase candy.
And even flowers too.
Except these three words can accomplish more.
Because words was spoken.

She might wonder what's going on.
As, if you're trying to turn her on.
In your mind of the moment.
You just recognizing your true lover.
For the things she do.
And probably have endured.

So look her in the eyes.
And say, I love you.
And realize ut didn't cost a thing.