I could write a million songs

About the color of your eyes,

I could write a million poems

About the softness of your hands,

I could sing forever about your beauty,

And it will never be enough.

I could just look at your face

And know the world is going to be all right.

I could touch your arm

And calm your heart down to a beat,

I could laugh for years upon end,

Just in hopes of seeing your smile.

For every tear I shed on a lonely night,

I pray you lay there next to me.

If love is what I have

You will never have as much for me.

But if I should die

And your world would fall apart,

I would force God to return my life,

Just to love you one more day.

But as I sit here,

With you not in sight

I wonder can I live

Without you in my life.

T.B. Wayne

We talked everyday
We never missed even one

You and I were forever
A match made in heaven

But you were a fallen angle
And I was a flying demon

My wish is you
your wish is a mystery

We haven't talked for days now
How many more till I *break

Every day a facade,
a fake.
What is it
that you’re trying not to break?
Pieces of you
and pieces of me
are already broken,
not ever neatly.
Everyone trying
to live in their lies.
Everyone struggling
to simply get by.
Who would ever,
when there was a crack,
take a blow at it all
and never look back?
Who left me,
bleeding on the floor,
crying behind locked doors?
Did I do this?
Did I ruin my own blissfullness?


....Are we to blame
for
our
own

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You can see the tremble in her hands,
the subtle twitches under her light eyes,
the small freckles on her face,
and remain in awe for
all of the beauty
in the world
lies in
her.