I could be yours.
Would you be mine.
Light my candles.
Drink a glass of wine.
Talk to my soul.
Feeling so divine.
You are so very special.
Would you be me valentine.

We could never dance.
Look into each others eyes.
Holding hands.
Feeling your shoulder.
Your hand slides lower.
Music on the background.
Sounds so soothing.
Our hips moving slowly.
Sway to the rhythm of love.
Your position fits like a glove.
My body aches with longing.
Linger on your lips.
Tingling fingertips.
Magical dark night.
your silhouette shade
in moonlight.

What if we
lose our we would.
What if we
take out we should.
What if we
don't scream and shout.
What if we
We stop saying we could.
Is there anything more
we can leave out.
Our lives so full of doubt.
These words we can't live without.

I could write  poems
on your   
neck with my lips.

I could.
I should.
I dream.
And write
in between.
I love.
I cry.
And reaching
sky high.
I feel.
I share.
This moment
with flair.

Looking back, it seems so clear
   I should have known
We shared so many interests
   I should have told you
I wanted to know more about you
   I should have asked you
You were panicked, desperate
   I should have been there

If I'd known you were so close
   I would have reached out to you
If I'd known you had so little time
   I would have tried to make you feel better
If I'd known you'd do it
   I would have talked to you
If I'd known you would be dead
   I would have been a better friend

I feel responsible for your pain
   I could have tried harder to lessen it
There's so many times I regret
   I could have comforted you when you were down
If I'd only been there when you hit your low
   I could have stopped you, I could have tried
My guilt is so clear to me
   I could have stopped you, before you died

I could be your heroe in your nightmares
I could be your light in your darkest night,
I could be your curse or your angel,
I could be your fire when it's cold outside,,
I could be your sun when it's too dark
I could be your rock when there's nowhere to hide
I could be whoever you want

It's how you love me.

I understand my panther pal.
if we lock eyes
we never turn our backs
to each other,
yet even if I did
his cuteness would creep
into my nightmares;--;
a phantom of fuzz
and moonish green eyes.
fiendishly plucking my
arm hair with his claws.
rend my flesh asunder
by nightly tongue lashings.
. . . . . .
I understand my panther pal.