It's that time of day,
Where all of your sound starts to decay,

What is it with being right,
When there will always be a handful to write,

Who will tell us that this piece is perfect,
Why do we need to understand if it is correct,

How is it that we just stop,
Hushing onto the last testaments spinning on the top.

How long until you give in
When missing me takes priority
Over all your pride
When the same dreams that haunt me
Overcome your sense of self
And you finally look at me
With my familiar blue eyes
And my freckles
That your lips have worshipped
A thousand times over
How Long?

In seven years, I will have new skin.
Skin that no cruel entities have touched.

But it has been seven years,
Since I have seen a person who I have
Always cared for.
Of course at ten,
You don't realize how much care
Is actually there.

I have known him for eleven years,
And haven't seen in in seven.

And he's so wonderful,
With aqua eyes that reflect laughter and pain and beauty of so many kinds.
I forgot how much I care about him,
How wonderful his laugh is,
His sense of humor,
His voice.

I forgot how much I care
About the wonder that is his smile,
And his understanding.

I'm not great at love poems,
But a "like" one I think I can do.

He likes DC more than Marvel,
And he likes the Green Lantern (Hal Jordan),
And his favorite cookies are oatmeal raisin.

I want to fight alongside him,
In the struggle of life.
I want to laugh with him,
As my friend
(And hopefully more)
For a long time.

"How do you know you love me?"*

For a moment, a lone moment in time you loved me.
Close your eyes and don't pay any attention to what you see,
Images and dancing dots are not what to look for, my love.
Close your eyes and feel my voice in your mind,
Softly trickling down to where you don't want me to see;
It's okay.
Trust not in the pain you are feeling, but in the words that are healing.
You have seen my heart reflected through my words, through my actions.
You know I won't recoil and flee from you, my love.
It's okay.
Keep your eyes closed and focus on the warmth of my hand.
Feel as I draw hearts across your knuckles and breathe.
The air is crisp and sweet; keep your eyes closed, my love.
Open the gates of your heart and peer into the portal.
Peer into the portal and see that moment in time.
It's okay; open your eyes, my love.

Do you see how I love you, now?

Brown hair, wild eyes
Tan skin, high rise
Cheekbones

I keep asking myself the same questions
And I never answer with the same sentence
That's what you get with depth over distance
That's what I get for trying to tame a tempest

Velvet voice, soft hands
Quick wit, she understands
Deep sorrows

She told me pay attention
So I wrote a check
And she laughed and said
It's best not to mention
The rest

She speaks four distinct languages
But I only listen when she speaks in anguish
That's what you get with early aging
That's what I get for always playing

She told me pay attention
So I wrote a check
And she laughed and said
It's best not to mention
The rest

It's best not to mention the rest
Mention the rest

What is it with some men?
Is this what those nuptials meant?
You are turned into his mother figure,
A holy cow, housework, meals, rigour,
Maybe there's no luck in love,
So much for wedding doves,
"I am not your mother!"  
I wished I yelled at another,
Maybe  I don't know how to train a man,
Maybe a manual should come in a can,
Then you could have twins in tins,
Fully formed, no ***** pins!
Maybe it is the male gender,
They really want a nanny for their benders,
Is this what those nuptials meant?
What is with some men?