i love you more than quantity could ever count for amount
have to brace myself for your hugs, because without them my heart would fall on out
forget all about your beautiful lips that posses most my desires
its the smile they hold
making our time here on earth shrieval up and seem endless
like the first story told  
bold
such as the choice of words daring your gorgeous eye testing speculation of wonder
we men call hips
i get lost in a unchanging stare
its  across to you
your long blonde hair
lust is only for the weak
im so into you
feelings are more deep
my best friend
the only friendship ill need to keep :)

I woke in a dream of her skin
Seven layers of reasons I could not own
When the rain came and splashed on her soul
I spread the colors all around me

I’ve saved the sun for her today
Even though I could not hold it
And spilled it all over her
“Are these the stars that I owe you?”

The stone room she put me in
Still echoes without the windows
The gear box still stutters with rust
I can’t lose time without crying.

I could never find her time
Walking around with my heart full of clocks
And I cheated only with stolen second hand rewinds
I just could not make up for what I had lost.

© 2007

What is left of the window smudge
when the lips that yearn kiss against
a bitter reflection of what isn't real?

It's a solemn wish towards that hope,
for one faithless day the eyes will play,
play trickery into the hearts of one crowd
but pierce but one heart in an earnest gavotte.

"Will you see me today?"

"I will see you again, someday."

And there was the glimpse of what is not,
the aura of self-release into those eyes
but betrayed and hollowed, no one loves more.

The copious crowd dispersed, save one soul-
Waiting effortlessly in the seconds that
none could cherish more than their own.

"You see me today."

"I saw you, someday."

© 2007

I could hold my breath and still feel empty,
void of air and all the things she swore are here.
When every wrong move presents the defects in me
and she wonders why I don’t speak as often out of bed.

I could write it again, but a hundred times more wouldn’t help her.
If she doesn’t believe in it now, then there just nothing more to say.
Stared out my window and let the sounds I hear dictate my heartbeats
of the silent night where her smiles were still never mine.

I see through the looking glass, but it lacks a certain quality
that suggests I’m not ready to hear the sound of a smirk across her lips.
Her attention to me and the love fades slowly like water ripples…
now I know that I’m not the only one stealing her smile.

But calling it jealousy gives it such a horrible undertone
and I know that I can’t be the center of her world every time.
But for the hours I have left before my clock’s plug exits the wall-
Hey, I know I liked the sound of the alarm that she rung in my heart.

© 2007