It's scary
how you can
hold me back
without even trying too.

It has been months and i did not stop missing you , not even a minute.

Tell me!
Why do I always open up.
Be the first to always fall in love.
Go my way or do it just because.
Tell me!!
Why do I like a person that will laugh to much,
Lay on my chest and say some deep stuff...that makes me smile as I open up.

Please!! Tell me is there anyone that's looking for a one that will hold you and whisper stupid junk that makes you smile and will open up!!

If you knew that young man would you dare to Love and lay with cause I know he likes to watch the stars and Gods steps.

Would you lose your mind for mine then hold my heart that's all I got for all these ups and downs I promise like to hear another's beating chest.

A tulip in a field of roses gazes into me
With uncertainty and with passion.

Her dazzling lips steal my gasp,
As though I was stabbed
By a sword forged in wonder.

Her hair is like woven moonlight,
Her caress is like sweet honey,
And her voice the light in my darkness.

My thoughts go numb at her sight
As the solemn silence breaks free,
And I only wish to hold her
Like the candle holds its flame.

Sweetness on the inside and outside
Is a rare combination
You can't buy that in Cash
Go ahead, call me a liar.
I know it when i see and feel it.
Astonishingly heartwarming
I don't know about the world's Global Warming
But you triggered mine, but with positive effects.

My *** drive would cause earthquakes,
but I can never find the time
to leave this place,
this bed-side lamp,
and away from poor attempts at rhyme.

Depression is a tired old topic.
But *** is forever at hand
to pin you down,
to win you round,
slinking off to the toilet in my dressing gown.

I know you feel a belonging
to the archives of music,
you drink in bed,
and sink on in,
to the restless call of another troubled head.

I will find restoration
held between your slender legs.
It is all we've got,
in this paradise lost,
in this sweaty reclaim,
to a feeling we'd forgot.

Going down is not an art,
but a way of keeping young.
How can you claim to love
what you won't dare to kiss?
How will you ever hear her siren song?

The moment of
utopia
Where ragged breath is
  broken
And for a second,
gravity consumes the both of us

In an attempt to walk the path I had
Beaten bone dry with the
Soles of the sneakers I wore for years 
And years
I was stopped by
Overgrowth and foliage

It used to be mine
But time had claimed it for herself
In an attempt to put me in my place
Daring me to not relish in what
Used to make me who I am

In fighting my way through
The bushes and leaves, I was
Forced to surrender to the
Simple fact:
I have changed.

I stopped living on that
Dirt ground
And sitting on those four rocks
That divided your house and mine
To catch my breath
And decide my next move

The downcast shadows of the trees
Recanted to me the stories of
My former jubilation
And versed me in the
Games I had missed

I traced the stars with my cigarette
To find the meaning they'd hid from me
Since birth dropped me on this rock
To learn all they had to teach

I thought I knew when I
Jumped the puddles in the road
And the cracks in the sidewalk
To avoid broken
 backs and
Accidental swims

Exhaustion on my heels
I began my ascent to the
Canopy, holding the answer to my
Long-drawn inquisition.
Discovery drove me to this new creed:
I am stronger than my scars
Give me credit for.

I understood my dryness in a 
Fit of introspection and
Cold sweats and
Warm shivers,
My sobriety, my closest familiar

So I buttoned down the boxes that
Help me get to sleep
And said a few words about the friend
I used to keep at the
Edge of those woods
Back when growing up seemed easy
And nothing seemed too hard