Please read to me your poetry

Your every syllable
a whisper to my ears

your every word
a soft caress against my cheek

your every sentence
a long warm embrace

your every paragraph
a love song to my heart

your every poem
a balm to my soul

Please read to me
your sultry poetry

making love to me
again and again....

You said you're My Friend,
Would You have my back?

EACH
       DAY
            THAT
                 PASSES

          I'M                             HEAVEN
LAYING                          TO
      A                STAIRCASE
       BRICK    MY
              FOR

Tonight my mind is silent
memories gone away
my lips are sealed
with nothig left to say

the blush has left my cheeks
the light has left my eyes
my heart stops its beat
tonight my soul dies!

I guess I'm just a Throw- away friend!
Thanks for the great memories.........

I sit here in this house of yours and the silence is like a roar
I sit at your table and across from me is your empty chair
Theres a ghost in this house of yours tonight
I keep turning around but your'e not anywhere

I walk down the hall and stand in your bedroom door
All I see is your empty bed sitting there
The window shade is pulled all the way down
I try to breathe but my god there's no air

I turn the television on just to make some noise
but of course there's a Reds game on the air
There's a ghost walking the house tonight
And I pray to God one last time that it's you walking there.

I am done! Death can not come quick enough now!

As to the moon

the ocean tide

Let my Love

Be your guide

Me your North Star

Glory Alone

Can write Loves Story

What did I just say.......

I'M ALONE AGAIN
     TONIGHT
AND WHERE THE
        HELL
    ARE YOU!

YOUR HAND OUTSRETCHED IN FRIENDSHIP.....

                   Reaching
                        Reaching
                              Reaching
                            

                       YOU"RE
                       HOLDING
                             IT
                            TO
                           FAR

                                A
                                 W
                                   A
                                     Y.
                                         .
                                           .
                                             .

Watching you die.
     All Alone!
      
       WHY?

Please open the Book Lord
My times almost done
I must read more of
The Father  The Son,

Please turn the pages
and let me read on
Let me savor the words
Before I am gone,

Please turn them gently
The pages are worn
I've read them so much
The corners are torn,

Just one more page Lord
So I can recall
The Beautiful words that
you gave us all.