I could let it hurt me
And i did
Lost in your innocent blue eyes

I could drown in your stories
Of raging seas
How you yearn for something that wasn’t me

I knew you’d leave
No harbor was your home
But hope is a poor sinner’s burden.

The New York lights
Are not as pretty as she describes it

The way she sparkles talking about it
While sitting in a field of hay
She makes them sound like heaven
And i had most faith that she would’ve
Became the star of it all

I made it here Carolina
They are not as pretty as you say.

it began with a burning sensation
all consuming
until I succumb to your ivory fingers

I die in a lustful flame
never to see you naked
in your truest form

I think of the calm sea
When i see your eyes
Because calm seas are a guise
The storm is only near by
So destructive, inconsiderate, and selfish!

You voice reminds me of a raging sea
The way your waves hit so hard
With no restraint, no regards.
The pressure that drowns even the strongest ear
The air bubbles that force themselves into your lungs

But your heart is a coral reef
The abundance of life, the determination
Vibrant colors fit only for paradise
Oh so addicting, that adrenaline rush
Such clarity that one stays mesmerized forever

So mesmerized
I sail through the calm seas, against the raging storm, to see it.

The walls of faded wallpaper
The bacon grease sizzling on a pan
Her smile, the newspaper
Timeless and memorable.
Morning air misty and clear

The afternoon filled with puzzles
Walks by the river bank
She laughs with a poetry book
Pointing to you silly love poetries
That you dont tell her you are living it

Darkness brings a firewood calmness
The Same kind that she is made of
The twinkling fire sparks live in her eyes
The honey stirred rose tea
Her skin thin under the veil

The slow dance was so relaxed
so easy
so real my feet float

i miss your gentle step dear
come home soon

You keep me alive
my muse
the beauty i thank you for
the shaky room that rocks my core
the same way you did me
under the pure moonlight

I fall under your spell
with all my glee
a fly to a spider web

Live within me
your white spirit
my deep colors
painting our paradise in the room
of our tiny closet apartment

Bleed my gentle eyes
for the heaven i should not have seen
adam and eve
eating the forbidden apple
burning in a parasite of the brave