Chiming a dream by the way
With ocean's rapture and roar,
I met a maiden to-day
Walking alone on the shore:
Walking in maiden wise,
Modest and kind and fair,
The freshness of spring in her eyes
And the fulness of spring in her hair.

Cloud-shadow and scudding sun-burst
Were swift on the floor of the sea,
And a mad wind was romping its worst,
But what was their magic to me?
Or the charm of the midsummer skies?
I only saw she was there,
A dream of the sea in her eyes
And the kiss of the sea in her hair.

I watched her vanish in space;
She came where I walked no more;
But something had passed of her grace
To the spell of the wave and the shore;
And now, as the glad stars rise,
She comes to me, rosy and rare,
The delight of the wind in her eyes
And the hand of the wind in her hair.

I'm lying here,
So restless in bed
You're the only thought,
I have in my head.

Thinking of you,
Asleep I can't fall.
Staring at my phone,
Wishing you would call.

My heart still broken,
My mind going insane.
You're the only thing,
Going through my brain.

I miss you babe,
I miss your touch.
Not having you in my life,
It hurts so much.

I miss having you here,
Showing you how much I care.
Sending you roses,
Running my fingers through your hair.

It's hard to accept,
But I try to understand.
At this point right now,
I can't hold your hand.

My poem doesn't change anything,
I just like to write.
You mean the world to me babe,
Have a wonderful night.

the master of my own
demise is that I can't
dwell forever in the
ranks of the high
society your heart doth occupy

The rain from above
The wind in the trees
What a beautiful day
With a beautiful breeze

Sometimes I get so angry
intangibly angry,
like a child,
and I don't know
what to do with it all
so I drink and I shout,
say that I'm better
without you,
wake up in the morning
and swear up and down
to stop writing about you.

And at night, I no longer check under my bed
Because the scariest monsters are all in my head.