You can't understand
What I go through
Do what you can
But I'm in love with you

I don't know
How you feel
But you should
How can you be real

These feelings
Are killing me slowly
Emotions are healing
I hope you think of me

i hope your 3 am calls
end in
sweet sweet sweet
                                  "I love you"s

Shooting star
With a quicksilver mind,
You deserve to go so far,
Can't someone stop you
Before you ruin your soul
With irreversible harm?
                                                                    
Drinking all day,  
Every single day,
Out of your head on *****,
Is this the life,  
Is this the way,
A gifted child should choose?
                                                                    
Your beautiful lethal life
My friend,
Has sent you around the bend,
Your foolish defiant
Decadent dance
Could soon be at an end.
                                                                    
But you don't care
Do you, shooting star?
As you drift in your blissful dream.

karma kamaya sutra
of and apart from self
on and on and on
instilled and static
never worth more than a catch 22 conundrum
Never be but always caught
Between a rock and a hard place
Between you and time and empty space
Pulling at salvia fabrics for the life of me

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Tho’ my destiny be Fustian—
Hers be damask fine—
Tho’ she wear a silver apron—
I, a less divine—

Still, my little Gypsy being
I would far prefer,
Still, my little sunburnt *****
To her Rosier,

For, when Frosts, their punctual fingers
On her forehead lay,
You and I, and Dr. Holland,
Bloom Eternally!

Roses of a steadfast summer
In a steadfast land,
Where no Autumn lifts her pencil—
And no Reapers stand!