A haze of city lights, a purple, lonely glow,
Reflects the emptiness, a feeling I all too know.
You move through crowded rooms, a vision, sleek and cold,
While I'm a ghost beside you, a story is left untold.

I watch you from the shadows, where secrets softly creep,
A silent adoration, buried far too deep.
Each stolen glance,
A treasure I clutch within my hand,
A fool's gold currency, in this desolate, love-sick land.
Your laughter, like a melody, that haunts my waking dreams,
A siren's call, alluring, though it always falsely gleams.

I reach for you, a phantom, that slips right through my hold,
Leaving me with echoes, and a heart grown stark and old.
The nights bleed into mornings, a blur of smoke and wine,
I drown my sorrows softly, in this feeling so divine.

Or so I tell myself, as the bitter truth descends,
This passion, will surely never end.
I'm lost within the darkness, a starless, endless night,
Bathed in the neon glow, of your indifferent light.
And though my soul is aching a constant, hollow plea,.

Live with my own shame,
I lash out like you're to blame,
You don't even remember my name,
Along the city lights, neon bathed,
Leave me here to die with my own shame.

I'll cry for you and I'd die for you,
in the light of you, despite of you
I tell myself that the shadows pull me in
But I've been blind about the truth within,
That my soul is a hole that drags you down,
Won't you love me, won't you love me babe?

I like drawing hearts, they represent love.
Each one imperfect, misshapen, unique.
But still made for love.
Just like us.

Lay dormant on my lap,
Hand on thigh,
Butterflies.

You make my heart race,
Laying across my,
Own

I see you in the places we once knew,
a glimpse of your shadow in passing view.
Your name lingers on my silent tongue,
a song unsung, forever young.

We walk the same streets, breathe the same air,
yet fate pretends we’re unaware.
A step too late, a turn too wide,
always reaching—never collide.

I hear your laughter in echoes dim,
like a melody lost within the wind.
Fingers stretch, but time won’t bend,
a story stuck with no real end.

We could meet, yet we stay apart,
two lost souls with tangled hearts.
So close—yet worlds away,
a touch we’ll never let replay.

I just wanted you to know,
You're not alone,
And I couldn't say it to your face,
Because I was scared.

You're not the first person out of you and me,
To try and dive (die),
And make it to a better side.

She’s sweeter than a grapevine – she only whines around flavours
of great wine. Her body is feminine divine; you could title her
as a song – still too hard to define. Would I deny, the place she
lingers, in the thoughts of an artist’s ***** mind?

But maybe I’m just too down to earth – less than down bad, but
searching deep to hold your flower at a hand’s worth. Right next
to me, the heat of your body gives out such warmth. And in place
of new words, ones I never shared with old girls – your sweet
honey lips make mine appear as bees, that have you swarmed.

Alley hearts; we're two pieces of love on such a narrow path. I should
narrow it down; the many times I seen your tears running down your
cheeks, as if life was running you a bath. But I have you by the hand,
to walk into the future, with the past’s lessons and where love began.

The journey begins right here!

I hate valentine's day,
Not because I hate to love.
But I hate how the pink heart holiday,
Is turning money green.

With the foolish new loves running around,
Wave a dollar in my face.
Write me a love poem for my girl!
Keep your money in your pants.
I won't take it,
How would I be if I chose to butcher art for money?

So I guess what they say is true,
The less words on this page,
The less thoughts on my face,
The less I write the better.