Don't tell lies,
Not possible to live this life,
I am not a Saint,
I lie,
Sometimes lies are necessary to prevent a hurt,
To make someone feel better,
To ease pain.
1/2/2020

More than anything his focused
attention.
2/2/2020

It doesn’t make any sense
We had our shot
But...I...
you’re here at my door again
And...I...
...love you
I love you

i don’t know why i jumped at the idea
when a stranger asked me for a drink
and i don’t know why i’m sitting here
three in the morning writing about you
all i know is that my time here is short
and you have showed me more love
in the past three weeks than some
ever experience in a lifetime
i don’t know what this future holds
but i am forever grateful that
we’ve explored many of our firsts
together hand in hand
even if it’s for one minuscule moment
in this journey we call our lives
i will never forget the way you made me feel

you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown

The day  has now gone here is the night
It's twelve o'clock all lights gone out
Not a single soul no one insight
We look out the window no one about.

Eyes are weary we are fighting sleep
Time to clime up that wooden hill
Waiting for us is the bed and sheets
Tired and drowsy sleep we will.

The evenings are colder
The frost here again
But we are much older
And our health's not the same

So as we head to that slumber land
And we dream our cares away
We pull up the blankets with our hands
And say goodnight to the day.