Her heart was like an Hershey's kiss
It's been quite a while since I've had a craving for such,
It's actually been quite a while since I've had one come to think of it.
I mean literally there are so many things that go on throughout the day
to actually sit down and realize hey the only thing missing right now is a bit of chocolate.
Unbecoming I was caught red handed. Attempting to take the last one out the bag.
It's not like I was a heathen or anything, giving the impression that I was to tear the paper off
shred by shred leaving her with nothing but the wrapper.
I would have shared in the manifestation of that one small thing becoming something greater.
She had something to be desired
She had something that I desired, something offered that I've never quite had
before.
Mouth watering in thought.
She presented a noteworthy question, one til this day I think we both know the answer to.
Only fitting after being overlooked so many times that it came natural
Giving pieces of herself wrapped up in this fancy tin foil only to be used.
Quite understable,
But she didn't understand this incredible urge that had to be filled

At times like this you scare me the most,
At times like this is when I seriously take into consideration the whole cup full, being half full theory.
At what point do I open the refrigerator,
At what point do I let the cup tilt over.
Yearning to sip every drip.
Every part of you that swirls around my taste buds.
Becoming less of me and more of you.
The sweet disaster of drinking out of an heart shaped straw.
Watching every moment pass through air bubbles of the straw, every bend. Every curve.
Dreading to hear the sound that echos all gone.
Realizing that at any point this could be the pivotal end of how we came to be.
With you there is no refill,
There is no running back to the store in manic rush.
No other brand of pop to replace that one perfect moment we met.
I'd rather drink you now rather than spend life wondering why the **** didn't I finish that drink

Her voice, angelic & free of restraint
Easily calming as the wind.
There's not a thing I'd change about the way the wind blows.
All of the good things that come as each breath slips between her lips.
The expressions her face would make conversing about any thing,
An language understood in the complete silence our eyes would make,
With complete permission to rest my ear against her voice,
The peace of mind offered by the touch of her soul.
The individually that separates her voice from that of the world.

You told me i make you smile.
i love to do it
See because i know more than i lead on
I see your pain,
Though i cant hear your voice.
I want to hold you.
I wish i could somehow take her hateful words away.
No one deserves hate.
And you, my friend knows what its like.
Somehow i know that you are like me,
always counting
Counting the times we fall,
The times we didnt get back up
And ***,
Know you are not alone.
Ive wanted to write you something special for a while now,
you know who you are
Just allow me to hold your hand,
Look into your eyes
since you love mine
And  let me tell you
To keep hold,
To never let go.
We are never born without purpose.
And yours,
Yours is gonna be big.
You just hold on.
The sky
All the stars,
Yours for the taking.
I cant tell you
What you mean to me.
You give me a child-like grin,
You often make my heaad spin,
And sometimes i want things to slow,
But you make my heart beat so fast.
You are special.
You will do great things
And when the curtain falls,
We are gonna give a big bow
*a job well done

Her hair tangles in the wind,
Bodies hurl themselves at her feet, behold a Queen held high. A goddess.
The sun drowned in her smile,
welcoming the coming of her steps. A huntress vanishing into a corner of thought.
Her hair flies free, thankful with each step.
A celebration of the strands of hair that drop across her brow.
I gazed from a far, not realizing that I've lived my dream

She's been baked, baked, baking
Almost a week now.
She shows kaleidoscope colors,
Mostly blue, occasionally purple, and red.

I thought today would be clear skies
Maybe even mostly dry eyes,
But no just more baking,
Let her rise.

She's soars on thin air and loose earth.
She's just learning, they're no longer there.
They'll come back, they must.
But no, not I, nor the dust.

She's baked, she's baking.
The moon shines down,
And She looks up,
The moons' still watching her on the ground.

I could not see tomorrow without the view of the sunrise reflecting off of your eyes,
If somewhere far off the coast,
The waves echoed soundlessly.
I'd imagine your voice filling the gap in the times you were most happy.
This deep feeling that something was truly missing when on the surface everything appeared fine.
To what response do I owe the hands that created us to be,
What would happen if indeed the waves went without sound.
I dare not think, regardless of their loss of sleep.
The wanting of something deeper, the needing of something that fills the depth of eyes that long for tomorrow.
The three dimensional sphere that revolves around your very thought.
This faith that if the waves should ever stop, that you would be there to lull me to sleep,
Not just with your beautiful voice, but the patter of your heart against my ear,
The innermost faith that reacts without a single thought,
The extension of God's love living and breathing through every move, every thought that you have.
The very beginning of each and every thought I have of you
Without cease or end

I fell into an absent minded slumber,
One where it was impossible to raise,
Unable to rise from which I fell I found an mattress of curiosity which I continuously fell under the conditions which I could barely explain.
I seeped deeper feeling every thread of fabric.
Giving myself something perhaps I didn't know existed.
I abandoned what I knew as moral reasoning.
Instead, choosing to let this sensation take control.
For once I felt like I had found a place that felt like home.
In every sense of the word.
Existing in every sound my heart chose to utter where words only complicated everything.
I found passion in exploring the unknown, the constant thought that loomed every thought I came face to face with.
The comforter splashing beneath me grasping the back of my head. The back of my body.
I refused to fabricate this as a scandal,
Giving myself something I've never before experienced.
Allowing myself to become attached to every fiber, every thread.
Lukewarm flutters wrinkling beneath my body, the pleasure of falling in complete comfort.
I conclude hating myself for not experiencing this subtle sensation sooner, for not desiring to break away from what I thought was life in it's full meaning.
Instead allowing the full embodiment of acceptance.
Finding that I was the only thing holding me back
Falling into the liberation of her heart
I've still yet to wake

I could not see tomorrow without the view of the sunrise reflecting off of your eyes,
If somewhere far off the coast,
The waves echoed soundlessly.
I'd imagine your voice filling the gap in the times you were most happy.
This deep feeling that something was truly missing when on the surface everything appeared fine.
To what response do I owe the hands that created us to be,
What would happen if indeed the waves went without sound.
I dare not think, regardless of their loss of sleep.
The wanting of something deeper, the needing of something that fills the depth of eyes that long for tomorrow.
The three dimensional sphere that revolves around your very thought.
This faith that if the waves should ever stop, that you would be there to lull me to sleep,
Not just with your beautiful voice, but the patter of your heart against my ear,
The innermost faith that reacts without a single thought,
The extension of God's love living and breathing through every move, every thought that you have.
The very beginning of each and every thought I have of you
Without cease or end

I felt your kiss against my lips,
Long before realizing how much I needed you.
I wish I could explain the depth of how much I drowned in the pool of your

 

eyes,
How much my eyes have wept the times you were nowhere to be found,
You have shown me the definition of your name, as to how important you are.
Your name, the feel of you against every thought.
That was the defining moment of my life,
The precious thoughts that go on with no end in sight,
The sensation that arrives with every smile
How fragile these thoughts really are.
The distance between you and I
the press of your lips against mine, untold truths revealed with something so

 

simple, the depth of sinking, becoming every morsel soaked in your mouth.
The nights spent wondering if you thought of me the way I've thought of you,
These feelings kept deep, sealed in a bottle hoping you'd return but soon

 

realizing there wasn't a bottle big enough to keep these thoughts of you,
I didn't want to, truth of the matter I never did,
Sitting there by the coast of you longing to sail away
Watching you with eyes closed wishing you were here.
To feel your lips against mine,
Eyes seeping deep into yours,
The only thing I've ever seen with open eyes