Does she still remember
How a coy smile I summoned
Felt on her lips
When I slipped
From the doorway?

Does she still remember
My stinking shirt and red face
While we sat together and
Drank a cooling coffee, which
She needed more than me?

Does she still remember
Brushing past, like bluebirds could dream of,
Making the peace sign as
A plea to her mind and
A recognition of me?

Does she know,
I was scared, and
A little unworthy
To feel all I had thought ready;
All made perfect for me?

Will she take the offer,
Barely written by my lips, and
Come here one day
To remind herself and me
Of what never happened...

And still might?

I mount this magnificent machine made of star glass and light..
The 2 wheels are made of shadow skin and glow alloy..
The machine is call a Lightcycle.  
Powered by an emotion engine that the rider gives power to with thought and soul.
The magic begins when the rider mounts it an the star glass shell fills in with the rider's imagination.
I mount my Lightcycle and endless blues and lightning fill in the star shell.
The emotion engine turns and I am catapulted to the stars..
Its then the lightning bird spreads its wings as I then reach speeds beyond light and darkness..
I wind up on the outer rims of the 17th galaxy Heaven's reach..

hi,

good day.

sincerely,
your enemy

I live with a Ghost inside of me.
His cold fingers scratching at the back of my heart constantly.
I live with a Ghost haunting my side.
He is the reason for the subtle breaks in my stride.
And I keep telling myself if I can just leave it all behind,
If I can leave and give myself time...
But not even time can break
what will never completely leave my mind.

The taste of cherry, that laid on her lips
The smile of happiness when she grinned
The way she danced, the sway of the hips
Just a thought lost in the wind

The rise of sun, the cast of dawn
The fall of the moon, the glisten in the stars
Beauty that seems to only be drawn
A glimpse as if smoke from a cigar

Faded into a book of time
For where it stops just for a moment
Hovering over, waiting to be climbed
Till the day she's finally chosen

The glimmer that sets, upon her hair
Hoping to catch that single glare
A woman that holds all to fair
If only she know how much I care

I haven't stopped loving you yet
I haven't stopped loving you yet

Thought for a few minutes I had
but then all the things you scared away
they came crawling back, all astray

I'm sorry
But I haven't stopped loving you yet
While I know you're probably over it
My thoughts are hunted by facts you knew
Things you told me, things we did

I'm really sorry
But I haven't stopped loving you yet

Does it matter that every time I try to get out of the bed, my head feels like it's being pounded with at least 500 sledgehammers?
Does it matter, that every time I try to breathe, my lungs lock out any air and let me drown in my own dusty and black smoke?
Does it matter that every time I see you it's just like the world has stopped?
Does it matter that every time I cross near you, I can smell the cologne that leaves me breathless?
Does it matter that every time I go to school, you choose to ignore me? Does it matter that when you cross in front of me you don't even glance in my way?
Does it matter that I feel helpless when you play around with her, wishing that it was me you were playing with?
In the end, I believe it doesn't because I know you'll never notice.