You gorgeous creatures
delicate powder brushed faces
behind those large dark sunglasses
casually smoking
with your legs crossed
I'd burn my icarus wings
to catch the scent
of your perfume

Two Wrongs
Don't Make a Right
So What Do They Make?
Do They Make a Left?

Your sun shining on my face through the tinted windows of restraint. Walls broken down though drop kicks and hammer hits. Crumbling to the ground with an earth shattering I love you.

Arms open take me home to somewhere unknown. To the distant unfamiliarity that I call comfort. Trust fall, head slamming smitten. Dazed as a tacky cartoon character. Blistering wind of happiness content.

To where I will go as the heart I carry. As a rock in my chest waiting to be moved by the storm of absolute ness. Walking through a curtain of shivers. Drop me to my knees as I fall forward. Catch me with your strong will and acceptance.

Be able to take this to a different dimension. Somewhere far away from what it once was. It being the thing that is not clear. The pure feeling of electricity in your touch of eel shock. Breathless and abandoned in pure form. Leave me elated again and I promise. I promise.... Ill show you

It is something I appreciate most
Toodlers feeling grass on their **** feet
Ice cream dripping
People of all kinds  
Bilingualism always caught my attention

Caution ...
Its all so precious
Lets take a kodak
For we do not know when we will share something so rare again
Grass as green as the algae on the deepest side of the sea
Sun so harsh as the truth we all hiding
And the closeness of the secrets that hold us together

My second most valued possession
In my hands
There it waited
To capture something so rare
Exactly so I could look back
recall every detail as is
Because it is a Beautiful Life ♥

excuse my vanity tonight
and forgive me for not paying much
mind
to how you are feeling within,
tonight my thoughts turn
to the beauty of your form;

You are unbearably beautiful
the blackness of your iris
the curl on your smile
the smoothness of your skin
all in the oval shape of your face
Captivates

It seduces my thoughts
into thinking
'to you belongs the rarest beauty'
in its most pure form

how does someone imagine fire when all they've seen is ice?
how does someone so rare ever feel bored?
how does someone like you not think you're an alien?

how do you imagine hell when you live in mine?
how do you imagine heaven when you have no sky?

"We're rare, we're first, or we're ******."