My heart bleeds
**** wine
while my back aches
with lust
And the hummingbirds
they feed
on leaves
that lack nutritional value.

****, I love you.
I see you a lot in my dreams.
At least I am in hopes it is you.
How foolish, but it is not about how I,
Nor  anyone else felt.
****, I love you.
You were more than perfect.

You were beautiful and lovable in every way.
And tears form at my eyes with the thought of
you.

I hold you in my hand
as I drive,
whenever I drive you are with me.

****, I love you
It'll never be who you were but who you are

My head aches,
So
I dream of a whisper.
even when it breaths
it screams.
I cannot get stillness.

Stillness comes,
yet only in a form of time
and the ticking
and tocking
they
too scream.

Tick.
Tock.
I wait
with ache
to succumb to slumber.

It never comes,
only the loudness of the night.
the elements
also they roar
as I patiently sob
into a dreamless sleep.

My heart bleeds
**** wine
while my back aches
with lust
And the hummingbirds
they feed
on leaves
that lack nutritional value.

Some fear wine,
and some embrace it.
some mumble,
and yet others pace it

Different kind of Wine.

I lie awake,
thinking if he is thinking of me.
I began to read,
yet all I saw,
were words scrambled,
into an image of him.
I lie here thinking of him,
sitting next to,
I think about our stolen glances,
blushed cheeks
and nervous eyes.
Although mere inches apart
we say nothing
but smile.
With that silence I wish to never leave,
with this silence I lie here,
thinking if he is thinking of me.