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you are
a flake
of snow

a feathery
ice crystal

a delicate
sixfold
symmetry
of beauty

a winter
wonderland
is what
you are
she's my
sunny day
alarm clock....

as she's peaking
through
my curtains.

she's the
coffee
in my cup....

she's the one
that gets
me moving.

she's the
one that brings
a smile....

even when
i don't
feel much
like
smiling.

she's
clearly my
best friend....

'cause in,
bad times
it's her number
that
i'm dialing.

she's the
lover in my
bed on those....

cold nights
in the winter.

she's the
one across
the table after....

work and
eating dinner.

she's the
air i need
to breathe....

she's the
fine wine
that i drink.

she's my
favorite song
on the radio....

she's the
slow song
that i sing.

she's the
one that
i kiss last....

on a steamy
summer's night.

she's the
kiss that's
on my lips....

i'm not putting
up no fight.

she's my
blanket as
we sleep....

as we're...
kissing through
the night.

the only
thing that
stops us
is that....

first mornin's
light.

she's
the one
that purrs
up against
my chest....

she's,
different from
the rest.

she's
the one
i want my
whole life
through....

she's
the one
i want to
say.....

    I do.

she's
everything
i need.

cause'....

she's
everything
to me.
(song written by me -all lyrical rights reserved and protected)
so humbled that you,

wanted my initial in

your life's monogram
ravens
   follow
me...

  behind
the ravens,

    the
vultures
         follow.

behind
   the vultures,

             the
           coroner
with a

black
   body bag.
life;

it is
  something
that,

    i barely
live.
with Jesus,

i will
finally be
whom,
i struggle
here on
this earth
to be.

here,
i am
broken promises
i am a
broken spirit
with an
unmendable
broken heart.

most days
i just go
through the
motions,
just enough
to get through
that day and
get away
from the world
and the pain
that the world
causes me.

i am a
homebody
because
i don't trust
most humans
outside of
my home.
i go to
work because
i must, not
because i
want to.

i can't wait
to one day
make a home
with Jesus.

i can't wait
for the day
for this anxiety
and pain
to end.

to finally
live with
Jesus.
love,

   far too
often now... ..

  appears
in my
  
     rear view
mirror.

it's a
   stranger
in the night.

    it's... ..
endless nights
   of dense fog
a sea.

it's an
  empty bed.



   if found?

my only
  reward
can possibly
     BE,

   love... .. .
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