Blah blah blah
Motivation this
Motivation that
Papa black sheep
Have you gone mad
Yes sir yes sir -  I fall for all suedo helpers.

Sadness became a part of me
taking everything I know
making it all gray
That's what I am

Trying to think of a new way to live
falling into old traps
spitting fire on my old life
trying to forget how to go back

Looking for a way to love
find a way to pick myself back up
gray isn't all I was meant to be

How can I
stop you
from not
leaving

I don’t want
you
not to go

You say my
words are
confusing

What can I
not say
to
have you
stay

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine

Love is more like a cone
than a cube
two rounded tops
curved like a tube
steeping down to a peak
soft like ice-cream sweet
and smooth

Love is more like two spheres
than a flat crest
beautifully moulded
and rounded
like a woman’s breast
perfectly placed here
(pointing to my chest)

Love is more like a triangle
than a square
sharp at a point
then curves from there
ends at a downward angle
then circles to the start
It’s symmetrical, identical
made of two equal parts

love is more like
the shape of my heart

If ever I forgive you
For the emptiness I feel,
Know that it took all my strength
To force my pride to kneel.

And if ever I regain the sense
My heart alone has worth,
Know I fought to find it
When you left me in its dearth.

- p. winter

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.