Depression,
Is the word we use,
To show how desperate we are seeking for a happy life.
It's suffocation,
Frustration,
Building a fragile foundation,
Tears hydration,
self probation,
Fighting every temptation.

Depression,
Is the feeling that describes,
We are lost within mountains of suffering and pain.
It's dying,
Tying,
To yourself you're lying,
All night crying,
Spent hours trying,
It's a feeling so terrifying.

Depression
Is a feeling so strong that,
Even love can't eliminate it or even cure it at some point.
It's weeping,
Screaming,
Arms are always bleeding,
All day sleeping,
Faith leaking,
A feeling so strong you stop believing.

Depression,
Is the start of an end.

In the cold silence of each and every morning,
I close my eyes and wish you were here next to me,
The stillness of the sunrise
Wrapping its joy around me
With the subtlety of a silk scarf,
Your heart touching mine so gently and certainly.

It’s a long narrow line
That flows between our souls,
remembered fondly and followed to our feet,
where stylish obstacles and visions remain subtle,
But constant and well-defined.

Tears begin to fall down my cheeks,
Over the corners of my mouth,
And on to my shirt.

I dream of you frequently,
Where your heart beats as fast as it can feel
And the firm hugs and long gentle kisses
Rarely end, even upon departure.

Though speechless,
I softly utter words of joy,
For you are the peace and sunshine in my life,
And you fill me with music, love and poetry.
Free to breathe and live the life of a thousand seaside sunsets.
Where high tide passes for royalty
and sunsets become one with the morning.

Please tell me that one day
this deep hollow feeling I have
when I think of you
will never go away.

If I could ever smile again,
I would sense a bright underpinning.
If you ever knew how I felt about you,
You would never cry,
Saving me from myself.

If I look deep in my soul,
I can always find you.
Life without you was like a flower without fragrance.

As the sun goes down,
The spirits stay sober.
As I begin to dream of rain washing away all of life’s sorrows,
raindrops tap on the rooftop, waking me up,
then they slowly lull me back to sleep
with the soft humble hang time of pleading.

No matter how difficult a day has been, I smile when I think of you,
The moon suspended by nothing more than
The soft intensity of your loving eyes,
Your open arms,
Your attentive ears,
your powerful mind
And your warm curious heart.
The steady beat is like sparrow chirping to the backdrop of a soft mountain breeze
That slowly steps around decayed spruce trees hanging on by tiny delicate branches.

I am thinking and dreaming of the strength and peace
of a life spent reminding you that you are loved.

My soul is open,
Enter as free as a dolphin crashing into every other wave,
A billboard that loves to be looked at,
But feels content enough to refrain from grief,
Never fearful of anticipation of things that you know deep inside
Are wonderful, beautiful and inevitable.

You entice me into a life
Filled with pleasant insomnia and early morning buzzes,
Fearless magnolias and tearless nights.
finding solace in the mellow solidarity of an unanticipated rainfall,
That is constant,
Though naked to the ear.

Can you feel yourself being free
While we rest in each others arms,
Gripping tightly, thankful
only that we entered this world together.

Smoking is terrible for you - we all know that,
But there's nothing quite as **** as a cigarette
With its wafts of smoke curving sensuously up
Like a winding staircase to heaven.

Maybe it's that, that Bacall and Bogie dance
Of noir fog above a lit cigarette,
Or it could be the intimate way
The word "young" is carved out on your slab,

Or the intimate way that the smell lingers
On the clothes of loved ones long after
You're dead and buried.
Nothing makes a guy harder than rigour mortis.