The birds flew south
in the summer
I guess
the weather
wasn't warm enough
for them.

The space between
your fingers,
your breaths,
is there room enough
for me to find
a little place?
because love is not
a person
nor is it a chase.
Love is a soul
that invites people
inside
to say grace.
For every ounce of
love that leaves
its trace
upon that soul
who says,
"Come there's room enough."
you're home.

I'm in love...
I've been in love since we've met,
And I always will be in love with you...
❤
Since the moment our eyes met,
To the moment your lips found mine...
I've been in love.
❤
But no one understands the way I feel,
No one realizes that I'm happiest,
When I'm thinking about you.
❤
So now we are apart from each other,
And I still think about you,
But do you think about me?
❤
Time and fate have kept us apart,
No one on my side....
No one to realize.
❤
I'm in love with you,
Though we may not be able to speak,
I still think about you.
❤
Do you still think of me?
Do you love me?
Do you still even care?
❤
Forever on my mind,
WhiteFang

I wanna read to you until the words all melt
Into the I love you's you never got to hear

Hey you with the amazing smile,
would you smile for a while?

Hey you the one with the gorgeous eyes,
would you give me the time of day?

Hey you, yes you...
Do you know how good looking you are?

How beautiful you are out,
just as much as you are in...

Hey you....
Why don't you stay a while.

The worst part about being a writer or poet,
is the critics....
You're your own worst critic.
Take a breath and relax,
don't put yourself down.