i want to be like a river,
beauty at every depth,
i want to be like the wind,
a mystery in every breath.
i want to be like the sun,
a smile in every ray,
i want to be like the stars,
a promise at the end of the day.

i want to glow like the moon,
and illuminate your life.
i want to be like the tide,
helping you through your strife.

i want to be trusted like a shadow,
with you every step of the way.
i want to be a rainbow,
a promise at the end of a rain.

i want to be an ocean,
with secrets hidden in my depths.
i want to be the cold,
making you catch your breath.

i used to feel like you were deeper than the ocean
and i could hide my secrets in you darkest depths..
and you would protect them...
and make sure no body saw them


you were my ocean...


with waves so powerful...
over time they break the hardest things down...
and form them into something new..
sometimes something prettier....

you were my ocean...


you spread over vast spaces
and knew no end
but now...now
i feel like you have..you have become my river
now im so scared that your my river...
fast and shallow...
my secrets are the pebbles and rocks on you floor...
easy to see...your currents are swift and fast...
but no obstacle for the strong,
who can stand your currents and easily touch your river's bed
to steal my rocks..my pebbles...to analyze and break them...
you said you did all you could...
but the truth is there;
you didnt care that your current wasnt strong enough
or that your water's bed was within their reach.

you were my ocean...
but now, your just a river...

Its late tonight,
and you just got here,
or maybe I just got there,
it doesn’t matter.
This is so different,
but its slowly becoming the same,
in our awkward relationship,
its like our own secret little game.
You take your place,
as I crawl awkwardly into bed,
but you, you hold no trace of awkwardness,
only pure comfort lines your ever-present grace.
I envy you, and your cool calm, intellect.
Where I am nothing but nerves and fear,
you fit in like you belong here.

I am careful, lying next to you,
keeping inches between our exposed flesh.
I want so badly to embrace you,
but I know better, and give you respect.
Timidly, I wait for an invitation,
or shyly ask to scratch your back,
anything to get my hands on you,
to touch that warm flesh…
you know you belong to me,
and that’s a fact.
After you’ve had your fill,
you open your arms,
or pull me to you,
and my heart, my body, my emotions spill
into your arms.
You hold so much more,
than just my body,
I often wonder just how much…
can your arms feel it?
As I lie there, in your arms,
I trace slow, lazy circles…
on your side, your ribs, your stomach.
The movie plays,
and we lie there,
tension builds…
finally the credits roll.

And I find my sweet release,
as soon as our lips meet.
There’s no room for the makeup,
no room for the mask.

The world is forgotten,
all is left behind,
there’s nothing here,
but you and I.
I am in heaven,
and all is right.
I am yours,
and you are mine.

The clock ticks time away,
not even we have the power to stay,
and we drift asleep,
tangled together in bed sheets.
The sun rises, the clouds part,
sunshine spills across the room,
bathing you in gold,
and spilling straight into my heart.
You open your eyes,
and I know it’s gone.
I touch your arm, your face,
I try to pull you back into the night,
to our last embrace,
but its no use, you hide from the light.
Friends again, or something more,
that’s something of which I am never sure.
a quick peck on the lips,
a mere echo of the night before,
and your gone.

Off, speeding away,
into the streets,
into a new day…

As I sit and wonder,
whether I am a fool.

ive tried to find a secret
an unknown to harbor in my soul
to keep something from you,
to lock it up in some black hole.
i want to know your secrets,
and all your lifes mysteries,
but you have kept some things in the dark,
creating a journey my heart wishes to embark.
i want to hide a secret,
like you have hid yours.
but you know all my secrets,
have opened all my doors.
omissions are betrayals,
i have once been told.
for when in love,
all secrets seem to unfold
no matter how dark or cold,
for when in love
one should want all secrets told.
fear not my love,
for in my world omissions are not betrayals.
they are the saviors of pain
that needn’t unfold.
of stories and pasts that needn’t be told.

but on the contraire,
you should want to share,
of all secrets from our start,
so no unknowns can tear us apart.

Silence,
There’s nothing around for miles, and miles,
The light breeze tangling her long golden brown hair
As she sits in the grass, hugging her knees to her chest; she’s waiting.
The cool breeze ripples her dress,
As the soft, low murmur of an old truck rumbles down the old dirt road off to her left,
She gently raises her head to acknowledge its passing,
And suddenly, she’s flooded with memories…
Fears and tears that are long gone.

Off in the distance she hears the bells,
Calling her back to her childhood hell,
Hidden out in the open,
So far from somewhere that no one can hear her calls, her screams,
As her daddy magnifies the scene…

His strength over powers her ten to one and the fights already begun,
She’s scared; she doesn’t know how to get out, or where to run.
But there’s nothing left out here for her,
Nothing but memories and fears…

She takes off, the wind whipping her face,
Her dress lost in tangles behind her.
She has to get out but how?
There’s nothing around for miles and miles…

She’s running,
Her bare-feet picking up speed, one foot in front of the other.
This is her escape, leaving the place she’s lived all her life…
The sound of her daddy’s shot gun fires in the distance,
Adrenaline joins with rage; she knows this is her last chance…
If he catches up, she’s dead.
She cuts through the tress, her childhood memories flying past her…
Tears fill her eyes, she crying, she doesn’t want to run anymore,
She can’t leave the only place she’s ever loved,
But she’s already started running, she can’t give up….

Her chest tightens, wincing in pain,
Her muscles can’t keep up with her mind…
She’s been running through these trees for hours, and

Silence,
Nothing but the sounds of her labored footsteps on the ground,
Alone in her memory, lost in her fear,
Tears sweep down her cheeks like summer rain on hot Georgia hills,
Leaving is wrong but it’s never felt so right,
She can’t stop running, not tonight….

Questions whispered,
in the early morning light.
Like all wrong-doings
have been made all right.

What happens when forever,
has come and gone...
when never showed up today,
and decided to use you as its pawn?

What happens when good enough
became tough luck,
and romance nothing more than a good ****?

What happened to Romeo,
White Knights on horses,
and prince charming?
Since when did men get so alarming?
So disarming, so NOT charming?