At dinner,
I give her my peppers
she gives me her celery,
and this is how we say I love you.

You know sometimes I need to re-familiarize exactly what was so present i have realized.
Correlating between these eyes.
A delicate beautiful world arises upon a soul you became to adore.
May wield caution with a heart I pour.
Her atmosphere  tends to bewilder you,
Be wary of her fragile nature.
As I construct  this sentence  to construe.
As I trace the portraiture of her.
The subtle silence of her breaths resonates  unspoken words you are face upon.
Its a tragedy of the death of such expressions that belong.
As they seem to lose there authenticity.
Admittedly  i confess she may be just a mystery.
Along with the nights that transmute to day, except  ill never stray.
Time lost in the conjuction ..
Just can't help to notice the foreign Construction of her essence.
As it may appear as a pleasance.
Don't get to entranced.
Cause you just may miss the chance.  
As appealing as her resonation seems.
A composure  to redeem as I drift upon her dream.

Your aciding words ignited
the fire inside me..

JEALOUSLY

you tried to wash
down my flames..

EVEN THOUGH YOU SUCCEDED

still i'm the smoke rising up
and you are the ash ,still beneath me..

Live your life like there is no tomorrow
Yesterday you maybe a loser
Today you maybe still a loser
But there is no guarantee for tomorrow
and the day after,
That you're still be a loser