Any poem just for you as long as it makes you feel the way I do
I'll sweeten it with sugary words of love and sprinkle it with care
penning by the light of the moon I'll scribble until break of dawn  
any poem just for you as long as it makes you feel, the way I do;

Any poem worth its weight in gold is a poem scribed with love  
No other love poem has ever been written on my page but yours  
You are the heart of this poem and you are my world of true ;  

Paper to pen, pen to paper, we are joined  together and never taper
Open your message and read what I wrote for you, beloved one
Every poet knows that a love poem has a lover and lovee, so please  
Move into my poem , settle in between the I  and the You,  ...love?

Any poem just for you, as long as it makes you feel the way I do,  
Any poem just for you, as long as it makes you feel the way I do.  

Jan 26, 2021

Everyone says
"Do whatever makes you happy"
Don't mention the cost of it though
You do not know the price until your choices
Come collect and tell you what you owe

In moments you don't realize
Consequences of what you do
Only after it's too late
You can see what would have been best for you

Some decisions too expensive
Until you get the bill you won't know
By then you can't go back and choose
Different directions to go

So bear in mind that every action
And mistake is a tattoo
No matter how costly our regrets
Every one we can never undo

On mind without consent
Cold October memories
Lost myself in my descent
Shattered to bits with ease

No reason for suffering
I was a complication
To the past I cling
Scream in frustration

Yet silently demons pace
I don't stand a chance
Dreaming of your face
Echoes of fading romance

Wishing traces of presence away
Dear
Hurts to hope
Will be a passing thought someday
Now I fail to cope

At the point my strength departs
Find my pieces are far too scattered
I write about as many parts
Betrayal proved never mattered

Praying to go crazy
Forget your name
I'm finding that too hard to do
Desperate to peel off the shame
Sticking to skin like glue

I ask what you want from me
Of your options I am the best
Leaves
Clothing long shed from trees
Makes me miss way our bodies undressed

Much like love
Foliage now dead
Under layers of snow
Yet you pretend like it's summer instead
Fantasies you won't let go

Once again you look past conflict
Flowers in your brain fully in bloom
However despair renders me a derelict
Then it forces me closer to my tomb

Life lately more like death
Must learn to understand
When your fear takes the form of breath
You'll have stood where I stand

And body races through my thoughts
Lingering
Winter's chill
All of the memories twist and tie knots
Reminding I love you still

Reincarnation  
We are the energy
Of consciousness evolving
Mathematically invisible
From wound to tomb
We grow by the
Seasoning of our souls!
What more do you need to know?