i like the smell of aftershave
but i'm not very fond of the hair stubbles that poke me
i like the smell of coffee
but i'm not very fond of drinking it

Stop kindling the fire.
Wait until the embers are
Enough to forge a season;
To kiss hot skin to sleep
Or to the raggedy edge, to tease;
Not all for fun but again to feel
The glowing ashes left in the pit

Kept alight, I felt their heat
And how they dwindle --
Stifled by the chill of passing time
And the many crystalline branches
Chipped from snowflakes

"Winter must be cold for those
with no warm memories..."
The sentiment reduced to shards;
You were my winter warmth,
But it's my spring that
Carries the frost

You stopped by to see me on your way out of town.
You said you were headed west because the locals were bringing you down.
As you sat across from me,
I looked into your eyes.
Then it hit, how much I'd miss my friend, as we said our good-byes.

I stood on the darkened sidewalk beneath a lamp that wasn't lit,
As you drove your car away from me,
My heart broke a little bit.
I would never tell a young man never to explore,
Because nobody could have held me back in my days of yesteryore.

A piece of me feels envy.
I'm no longer a young man.
If I were, then I would be with you,
Hand in loving hand.

Maybe once in a while think of me, When. like a stallion, you roam free.
When you kiss the pretty ponies,
Give a kiss for me.
As you blaze your fiery trail until you reach the ocean shore,
Remember that my heart is with you
And shall be evermore.

"You don't know me", you told me once

You're probably right—I don't
I only know this;
You love to play your mind game
Cause I will keep on losing
You have a nicotine kiss
Cause I quit smoking for yours
You left then you come back
Cause you cannot deny me
You speak softly
Cause you always pull me close
You look beautiful asleep
Cause I'm attached to your sighs
You listen
Cause you keep things to yourself
You barely let me in
Cause you might change me

And you fond of me
Like I do you

Please tell me,what is this wonderful thing they call love?
How does this feel like?
It is so distant the simple thought of it has vanished.
Tell me,do you see the fondness in their eyes when they look at you?
Do you fall in love with their smile and know that its true love?
Oh,please tell me,I'm just a broken toy with an idea of what love is.
-m.f.g.