At Sandy Hook,
A man, he took,
A loaded gun into a building of little kids,
And showed a whole country what tragedy really is,
28 families with an emptiness inside,
A gunman, reckless, never tempted to hide,
Christmas stockings, they hang unfilled,
For the children who at the hands of that man, were killed,
Now, I don't think the answer is to ban
Assault weapons, when they weren't even used by the man,
But what's the plan? Take all the guns away?
Hypocritical government has got nothing to say.
I'm sure politicians with their wicked twisted ways
Do not mind the guns that protect them everyday.
Or the soldiers overseas protecting freedom with an M16,
So what's it mean? I guess one summary to me,
Gun laws aren't the problem, the issue is bigger,
It's not the Guns who ****, it's the one's who pull the trigger..

These are the nights I wish to remember
The ones spent with family late at night
When I'm old and wrinkled
Grey infesting my hair
Let's paint the walls with laughter
Watch the colors fight the grey
These are the memories
Please, I beg you
Please, please stay

You may think your imperfections tend to hold you back,
But I see pure perfection in the things you think you lack,
You’re the most beautiful thing this world has ever seen,
And every little compliment, I promise you, I mean,
You might think your hair’s a mess, Or that your teeth don’t shine,
But I think that you’re lovely, and I’m proud to call you mine.

Your eyes are like the ocean,
Vast, and pretty blue,
My eyes have one intention,
They’re only set on you,
I love you more than anything,
I know you feel the same,
The most beautiful girl in the world,
And she’s driving me insane,
I can’t even focus,
Can’t conjure up a phrase,
I could go on and on,
And talk of you for days,
Absolute perfection,
And every bit of my,
Love is summed up in four letters,
J-o-d-i

This poem is reserved
for the love of my life
Its lines are only
placeholders
templates
for what is to come

There is no meaning right now
so don't go and search for it
These are cold, emotionless words
ready to be replaced with fire
when the time is right

This stanza will be filled at a later date
This line will be about her laugh
This line will be about the look she gives me (you know the one)
This line will be about the spark in her eyes
This line...mmm...will be none of your **** business.
It's a private moment
It's between her and I
The one with the reservation
to my heart

One day this poem will mean something
One day these lines won't be empty
Someday

But not today