Time,
a valuable currency.
Mine,
seemingly yours to steal.

Robbed me of my riches
Poured my money down

the drain. Still you could not
Spend a penny
for my thoughts.

You are gorgeous, simply beautiful
the fact, indisputable, irrefutable
you are worth it all, and you're enough
thank you for being the you I know
and have come to love.
I love you without hesitation.
Words of Affirmation

If I were there with you now,
I'd be giving you a comforting cuddle
I'd run my hand through your hair and hold you close
a kiss to the forehead, pure, not sensual
I'd hold your hands, warm them with mine
and be with you all the time, because to you it means so much
Physical Touch

I'd get you your favorite ice cream
with extra toppings, just how you like it
I'd write you letters and poems, I'll send them in the mail
I'd leave you small notes, and make you small trinkets
I'd get you the first editions of your favorite books,
and make you the shelf on which they'd be living
Gift Giving

We could go out to the city, just the two of us
Take a walk through the park, sit and talk for hours
I'll be there for you, and only you
you'd have my 100% undivided attention
I could go to yours, or you could come to mine
and that's all we'd ever need, each other's
Quality Time

Would you like a hand with that?
I'm here to help. I'll help you sleep on time
and wake you in the morning with breakfast in bed
don't stress about your workload we'll work together instead
I can proofread your essays, and help with your homework
We'll work on things together, as no problem should concern us
Acts of Service

Such a double-edged sword is hankering;
lending way to most useful ambition
that gives inspiration to musicians.
It also can subvert our pure mindset;
corrupting our light so tragically,
as it sadly pits us against our own.
Envy is only evil when our tone
turns to tempered despise as our eyes set
upon those without any sense of debt.
We wish for positivity in life;
no stress, no hatred, no sadness, no strife.
Yet, without those joys, desires do beset
when we covet pleasures from each other,
peace and love, will our jealousy smother.

Silence is quite unusual, really.

Because Sound is always there.
It ticks away in the background like a friendly face in a classroom on that first day at a new school; someone to greet you and wash any and all fears from the very depths of  your soul, bringing with it that ever-welcomed sense of reassurance, that everything really will be okay

The gentle sigh of inhalation.

Sound is always there.
Even in the darkest days when nothing is going right and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and cry; your ever-familiar friend will guide you into tasting the salty tears which glide seamlessly and endlessly down your cheek until suddenly they’re not and you can hear your breathing and see a glimmer of hope in the sky but you can hear your breathing and you know that you’re not alone, you’re never alone, you were never alone and after everything that has happened you finally stop and take a deep breath and think that everything really will be okay

The steady plod of a heartbeat.

Sound is always there.
It passes by, day in and day out, as reliable as the chirping of birds raising you from the depths of sleep on the first day off you’ve had in months; outwardly you curse and you groan but on the inside you don't care because you're happy and you're safe and you've got a comfortable bed and a warm home and people who love you and it is in these moments that you are really are finally sure that everything really will be okay

The careless whisper of exhalation.

Sound is always there.
Apart from when it’s not and you are left alone and scared and in the dark and there’s nothing that you can do; nothing that anyone can do and suddenly everything stops and you feel the crushing pain dominate your entire being and it is painful yet strangely relaxing yet you just want it all to stop and carry on and stop and you don't know what you want, what you should want, all you want is somebody to reassure you that everything really will be okay but you know that it won’t; you won’t; you won’t be okay ever again but all you want is your familiar friend to come back and reassure you but they won’t because they're gone now and they've just left you alone with the silence that they've always protected you from, kidding you that everything really will be okay

But it won’t.

You know it won’t.

It really is true that silence is that deafening.