I've always loved watching the sunset.
I suppose the same way I love watching your eyes close,
as we dive in for a long, velvet like kiss.
They're almost synonyms of each other,
They possess the same beautiful waves of bright, torrid, purple and pink,
exploding in the sky,
and through out my mind
and then one final, soft crescendo of descending darkness.

I've always loved watching the moon rise,
I suppose you are the moon,
my radiant flame guiding me through the dark,
always there,
as our hands embrace one another and intertwine
like two shooting stars, crossing the same night sky,
never worrying about where they may end up next.

But as much as I love the sunset,
and I love the moon,
neither compares to the beautiful princess I see in front of me,
when the sun rises,
and our eyes creak open,
like the flash of day through that dreary window.

if home
is where
your heart is
then i might
just say
i'm homeless

What a charming liar
As dangerous as a wild fire
Avoid falling in these webs of sin
Don't be victim to a wrongly desire

I've seen it ******
I've let it run loose
It's such a shivery feeling
Wanting to hang from a noose

If this is what it takes to still be yours, then
no
more
kisses.
I'll headbutt you in public.

Brace yourself.

so I drank half the bottle
to tell her how I felt
but wasn't home that morning;
she took me straight to bed.
though all I am is a drunkard -
my best to gasp and writhe.
and the only landslide I want to cause:
convulsions between her thighs.

All cross eyed, in dead men's skies.
and I could sleep beneath dancers.
but as for now I'll play my fill
But she'll struggle to move me after.
Until then she does try and try
to make me gasp and writhe.
But she can feel what I cannot -
Breathing "I love you"s between her sighs.

tomorrow i'll wake
and the dawn will shine unhindered
on the empty white space
on the cold tear-spotted sheet
beside me