The leaves move out of
My way as if to tell me
Winter is coming

Rain on his finger tips would  imbue a life of prosperity beyond the reach of every drop

Friends come and go it's good to know at your highs and at your lows friends come and go

I thought I was a poet and wanted to write
When that bordom hits you in the middle of he night
You would scribe yourself a poem until you got the feeling right
It just hits you, a barrage of words
The sound of my  voice reverbs
Words in a flurry from my head to my toes
This poet going might work out in time who knows

when you love for real it's so different than the idea of itself
It's not this huge burst of passion all at once anymore
It's an everlasting, lingering, a smell you recognize on the other persons clothes  type of feeling

We are all living to die
Regret and remorse mean nothing when you're gone
We are all dying to live
On the edge, till our last breath
Live fast die young right?
We are all living to die
Do what we want now and think about it later
We are all dying to live
Later came but we didn't make it

it's been awhile since I could remember how to love
Let alone be loved, I'm not sure
What I was doing before
All I remember are the times I've wasted beating around the bush
It was an immense bush I remember going in circles for a while
A numerous amount of times
I even got lost, around a circle go figure
But that's just it I lost my way and you helped me bring what I once knew
Back to life, and made it our reality
I've said the "L" word many a time
I'm positive most of you have too
But how many of those little "L" words did you mean?
Strange, and not fun to think about
Sometimes it just doesn't work out
You want it to, who doesn't?
I've never had a love so strong I couldn't wait to wake up
Next to you, half asleep
Rubbing your eyes hoping to see me better
It's the little things that have made me fall in love with you
And those very things that I've always wanted in and from anyone