If I were to write your name my hand would shake,
So bad the ink from my pen would stain the paper.
Your soft voice burns my ears
A sultry cup of tea that ravishes my throat.
Your stale perfume makes me cringe,
But yet fills the fragmented pieces you broke.
Your words are endearing, captivating, sweet
But are dripping with mystery, and give me unease.
Am I apprehensive, invidious?
I see the dusk forest in your eyes,
Like your passion for the world, and every plant you see.
You say green is your favourite. It fits you.
Clean, organic, and environmental.
Perfect.
Imperfect.
As soon as I met you I could feel myself falling
Deep in my bones, running through my veins.
And as long as I live, I can never tell you that
I will love you longer than my heartbeat.
You tell me that we are one person,
But this time I feel we are two.

When you're only twenty,
Two years are a long time
But remember always
That now you're in your prime
And fifty years from now
The choices you must make
Today will have taken
Much more that is at stake.
It's fine to be lonely;
Don't you fear the moment;
Take care of your future;
Stay strong in the present;
Play on your own heart strings,
Listen to its soft sound,
Embrace its melody,
Just dance to it, around...
You're bound to make mistakes,
You'll scream and laugh and cry,
You'll look back at this but
You won't ask yourself why .

I am sorry
grips and grows
when I was fun.
And I bore into you.

I bore you.

The endless throes
Leaving you with nothing to say
of the insatiable soul
at the end of the
like the solitary smell
your obligation

But I am sorry that
because of me
like the rip and the hole
you can't enjoy the sun,
and the silence binds
poor man's sole.

Dropped on the situation,
When the penny has
Leaving me clutching at straws.
You never knew me.
I could be sorry that
to your skin
of your family home
Misery sticks.

5 - Mr Buddy loves lakes...
7 - I am the same as you dude...
5 - Mr Lake Minnetonka.....

5 - Want to be buddies?
7 - Mr. Buddy Two Shoes Please...
5 - Please be my buddy...

You make me glad,
He makes me smile.
You make me laugh
And so does he.
You keep me safe,
I feel secure.
And what he says
Makes me bubble.
For I'm with you
But not with him,
I feel happy
As I do sad.
I am split in
Two even halves;
If only I
Could give you each
A piece of me
But faithfully.

I:

Dear Diary,

It was not hard to understand,
The feelings that he stirred in me.
I don't really think I was ready,
But he had to have his way with me.

As he pulled back the coverlet
His eyes gleemed in the candlelight.
I felt his callused hands upon my newness
And trusted him with my life.

His words were all I could have wanted
As our fingers interlocked, then splayed.
Nobody told me how much love hurts,
But I loved him, anyway.

He gently kissed me on my forehead,
And told me not to cry.
He used his beautiful lips
To kiss tears from my eyes.

I knew I had forever changed
As I watched him button up his coat.
Then he gently reminded,
I should not tell a living soul...

II:

Dear Diary,

How could I have known that I would love him,
But be left to deal with this alone.
I used an alias on the forms,
So nobody else will ever have to know.

I wondered how I'd feel when it was over,
When I've heard the doctor say that he was through.
I wonder how long I'll miss my baby.
Ending it was all that I could do.

As I walked alone along the Boulevard,
I realize that I must hurry home.
I told them I would be on time for dinner.
(God, please don't let them ask where I did stroam)

The heart can take a body many places
That you never dreamed your soul would go,
Can make you do things you never thought you would.
Most of all, the heart can lay you low.

I wonder if our paths should cross again,
Will I tell him of the ended pregnancy.
Perhaps if he had not gone away
We would have been a wholesome family...

Tell me about your dreams
of you
wondering in starlit dew
Tell about each dreamy breath you take
making love for lover's sake
Whisper in my ear my dear
of magical dreams with you
falling into clouds of love
feeling the warmth of you

Tell me about ancient fable times;
Oracle's love questions in rhymes;
rhyming about you and me; beyond an ever calming sea

Tell me about vines that creep
up walls too steep that carry me to you
into bedroom dreams of bliss

Tell me about your dreamy house;
it's lilac door, it's French domain, and flowery window paine
Tell me you dream of two, just me and you
within its walls of love, two like dreamy turtle doves
dreaming of only love...