in every universe
you are my favorite shade of blue.
my heart floats through galaxies
astral projecting to where you are
you are my moon
my stars
and my brightest sun
if i hold my love
inside
for just one second
I swear it would
leak out of me
the  best parts of me
are the pieces
that love you.

i am a willow tree swaying in the wind
storms and strong winds have flown around me.
but here I stay.
for I am a force, and cannot be withered away.
no lightening, no thunder, no tornado or rain
could make me be any less than I am
for I am a willow tree.

if you feel lost
and you cant figure it out
retrace your steps
and it will show you the way

no one can do it for you
you have to do all the work on your own
they can be there to listen and guide you
and try to keep you warm

but until you go outside
in the pouring rain
and work through it until you find your sun again.

it will always rain.

the noise is gone
and so is all the clutter
I worked through it all
and came out from under the rain
you opened the door
you gave the space
you gave the time
I'm finally free

happiness.
a word that has always been
foreign to me,
but here I am everyday
swimming and dancing
all in it
with all the giggles
and laughter
kisses
and melting  into
this beautiful life with you.

washing dishes  in the kitchen
as you kiss me and I smile
long discussions about
bills to dancing in the kitchen
and your hands on my hips

wrestling nights and bets
in the living room
my heart is full
when I see the both of you

you give so much
of your time
to  provide
when you walk inside;
I smile
that excitement filling me up
from my stomach to my racing heart;
that hug, that kiss, you're home.

the good days, the stormy days, the sunny days,
the hard days, the tough days,
the successful days, the days where
the stress builds up and only a hug will do;
everyday for the rest of my life
it will always be you
for the first time of my life
everyday...
I am happy.

depressing authors
and their muse
find their way
through art
and war
as history defines it
time and time again
from rain to sunlight
peeking through the blinds
through every winter
there will be a spring
the rain cant always stay
but I wonder
do depressed authors like it that way
the rain
I mean
i've always been that way
but theres something about your laughter
that makes me think
somethings chnaged
I'm not the same

he smiled
and in that moment
I captured that memory forever
I saw him smile
and it was as if the sun knew the exact moment
to shine
because it shined on him
and his smile.
and that moment is ours forever