Believe me, my heart then
was brimful of spring
love, ah love I hugged
the most wondrous thing!

I was young and naive
too mindful of what the poets did sing
one winter dawn I woke up
found a faded fairytale-- caught me weeping!

perhaps in this life
our soles never touched
the same ground
but the next time
our souls will

why do roses die but thorns remain?

some say that it hurts
when you don't
accept the expectations

but some of them don't
know that it hurts
more knowing
that you'll never
reach them

i wish we knew from the start,
if someone was going to leave you in the end

so that i would never get close
                            never would trust
                        & never would love them

All these poems we write about this one specific person.... endless words, endless hope.
Endless dissapointment.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

The sweetest of tears,
Golden girl cries,
As poems and songs,
Cascade from her eye's,
To honeycomb seas,
And coppertone skies.

She gives the gift of love,
From where all poetry springs,
And of life,
The joy and the dispair,
That it brings.

The eternal essence of her,
This beautiful paradox,
Pretty flower,
That on a whim,
Could either crush or empower,
The fragile essence,
Of him.