a dream for me is to hold you in my arms.
can you please  tell me what is so  wrong with me
what is this i hear from heart an soul.
a crazy love it seems.
as summer breeze that dances  across  my feet in  summer   wind.
like two  ship that pass in the night.
crazy love it seems?
i bring  gold an silver to table .
to try please my lover  heart .
crazy love it seems.
what is but true love is.
a trap  in one mind .
crazy love it seems. to be  or not to be.
i'am but a  stage in this world  playing  roll .
thou it be  or not be.  
the laughter the  pain  of one's tears from one  soul.
crazy love it seems .
as tear drops  roll from my  eyes .
the  joy of love  an  loveing
you are  like angel of heaven above.
that you are my  love .
but is love but a whisper in wind.
to love is to love,
the angel of my heart .
but a crazy love
it seems ?
moon stars,   moon lite night?
i wish upon the stars
heaven above.
love is free an love is  warm
as  tender as night.
but why does love
puzzel the mind?
tear of  joy an the  tear of pain
an bearing  one heart an  one  soul
to love is to love .
what a crazy love it seems?
this is love??? i'am truely puzzel ?

You're like a crossword puzzle, I just can't figure you out
I’m perplexed
The contradiction in the way you speak and act has got me vexed
It is a rhythm of rights and wrongs, of whom and what don’t belong
You’ve got your image of society set like it was a constellation. Permanent, only visible to the people who are searching
You say to never go right but occasionally turn down that road
Do not speak when hate is the driver you spit out
And yet often chime in with a snide comment about others appearance
I don’t understand
Your stature is not a brick wall; you lean to one side or stare off into nothing
As if everything is unimportant
As if a wind could swing by and scream you into a heap on the floor
You’d lie there not caring to get up, liking the hard bed that’s just sprang up and it’s solitude
How even if no one else will, you know the ground will always be there for you to hit you when you fall
The only thing you can rely on
I want to be the one to catch you
Tell you everything’s ok
Make you feel like the world beneath your feet is a miracle and the sun coming up every morning is a gift but…
But I can’t
I can’t help you
I can’t love you
Not if you don’t know who you are, like when you look in the mirror and wonder who’s string back
Not if you don’t have morals
Not if you can’t abide by them
Not if you don’t know where you’re going, like the way you treat dirt rode’s as if their lined with yellow bricks
Dear, I can’t follow a rabbit hole if I don’t know the fairytale on the other side
I can see a fire burning inside you, but it’s only getting dimmer
With each breath you inhale of poison slowly burning your throat, my air get’s thin and my throat get’s tight
You light your cigarette like your life. You ignite your own death. Make your own smoke.
You poison yourself.
With each step you take and word you whistle out you do it joyfully as if you’re happy for this series of unfortunate events.
Baby you confuse me every **** day
And I just wanted you to know.
I love you anyway

Come lay beside me tonight
wrap me in your arms
and share the warmth
that you so often have midst my cold and haunting fingers

Let me lay my head to your chest
you heart beat
whispering a lullabuy
so soft to an aching mind

Come closer to me
your embrace a shield to the nightmares
so many
but now erased by your crushed pine smell

Let me kiss you
searching lips in the darkness
wanting to find their other half
the puzzel now complete and the whole is made.

Come lay beside me tonight
in a dream like so many
where i feel your presence
but know it to be unreal.

If love is blind.

Then hold your hands upon my eyes.

I am yours to lead.

If love is deceiving.

Then whisper sweet lies.

I've always been a fool.

If love is magic.

Then you are my Houdini.

Bedazzel me, my dear.

If love is a puzzel.

Then I have found the missing piece.

Only you complete me.

If love is poetry.

Then read me a poem from your heart.

I will translate it with mine.

If love is what I think it is.

Then surely this must be.

So take me by the hand sweet love.

And I will follow thee.

I wait patiently,
carefully working on this puzzel.
You give me your life in pieces.
First chipped old edge pieces
all grey as the sky.
Then one purple with an orange stripe
it doesn't seem to fit anywhere.
Then none for a long time,
but sometimes I steal them

and my collection of pieces of you
becomes beautiful
but maybe because I put some to the side
in the picture that I'm trying to piece together
those ones would not fit

It's becoming harder and harder
to make that picture
because you force into my hands
pieces I wish were not yours
you make more and more of them
The puzzle grows into an ugly parody
of the picture I was making.

and the little pieces I cherish
are just moments
lost in years
spent far away from me

parents getting on  their back all the time
rythming parenting  makes their life tired

puzzel'd mind can't soak up parents sermon
compelling teenager experiencing alone

routine screaming and querries at home
weired their mind with response            
unknown

parenting ought to give good ear
teenager solace with out fear

teenager thinks parents are bore
untill  realize parents are their back bone