Let’s have some Fun together
And make many memories together
Share many laughs together
Enjoy each other’s passion together

I want to keep a log
Written in lines and stanzas
Of all the joys we bring
And all the rules we break

Please let me fill journals
Of the things we do together
Of the mountains we climb
And the valleys we tumble in
Let me put them together
In poems of love

It’s Sixx AM
And I can’t help but think
Of all the love
Behind hard hearts
All the healing
Hidden in scars
All the angels
In devil horns

All of this good
Hidden under fleshy goo
Things that are immortal
Hidden inside mortal skin

Look underneath
Let the crust fall off
And light shine out
Let the world know
You are not your skin

A phrase of great power
The cause of much angst
The reason for many smiles
“אני אוהב אותך”

Without this feeling
Life would be less complete
“मैं तुमसे प्यार करता हूँ”

This phrase gives us power
The feeling gives us life
To many it is worth
All the strife
“Я люблю тебя”

For the love of our parent’s
Brought us into this world
It becomes our part to say
To all hearts that meet
“I love you”

Let’s go out
You and me
We’ll go running
Out of company

Running with shadows
Forcing us close
Running with the night
Protecting us whole

We can cry when we get back
Get angry when we return
But on our run
We’re chasing love

A poem a day
Keeps the pain away
The heart-ache at bay
Lights the way

A poem a day
To keep the head on straight
To help the mind concentrate
To keep love great

Laying here awake
Queen stuck in my head
Shouting the anthem
Don't stop me now

Laying here in bed
Wishing you were near
But I guess I'll just smile
And remember the days we've done

Relaxing here giggling
Over things I've done in my past
Over things I wish to do with you
It's kinda silly
A plastic card separates us

Relaxing here dreaming
Of the day I reach over
And pull you close
And fall asleep
With the scent of you in my face

Wind
What if wind
Isn’t wind?
It’s actually our ancestors
Whispering in

Like a breeze
Isn’t a breeze
It’s their calming voice
Guiding

Or a storm
Isn’t a storm
The torment is their anger
Followed by their tears

Our ancestor’s voice
Running through the air
It’s lovely to listen to
If we just stop and hear