I've reheated the same
Cup of coffee five times
This evening

Trying to write something
For myself that accurately
Describes how I experience

Often I am flooded in the ordinary
By the emotion and the density
Of life itself, in all its majesty

And sometimes I am left
Devoid of sentiment
In moments deemed worthy

I get lost in thinking of
The way the future will
Tangle with the present

I find myself stopped in
A memory as well,
A reminder, a fragment of past

The present is a fleeting concept
A paradox, I think
A circle of thought

At what point
Does the future become the present?
And the present become the past?

it's been such a long time,
since i've felt your skin on mine,
oh what a sad crime,
and i can't see the moon shine..

darling, please take my hand,
and dance with me through the night,
watch me make a land,
for me and you tonight.

i'll miss your silver-tamed eyes,
they've always shined so bright,
they make such marvelous skies.
thus, this is why i write.

i like to write about you and i,
and our antiquated love story.
i still remember, even time passed by,
how you kissed my lips so bluntly.

i still see our rendezvous,
right past 9th avenue,
stealing petty kisses,
making silly prances.

i like to sing about you and i,
those secret little notes,
but darling, i won't pry,
but i'll do sent you a note.

i think i should stop here,
but ****, i'd miss you,
still i'll be right here,
writing about me and you.

sun-kissed dewy skins,
lovely sugar lips
adorn me, oh baby,
angel stolen kisses,
feel my heart aching,
tingly ugly bruises.

stealing daises from
your garden,
watch you kiss that demon.
heaven blessed us baby,
feel your stares, so deadly.

read you like a poem,
love you like a rhythm,
darling i'd die for you
a thousand songs i'd
sing for you.

just let me take your hand,
show you a little bit of light,
baby, we'll be ******.
walk me through the night.

watch you kiss that demon,
paint myself in crimson.
baby let me love you,
baby let me kiss you.

what a sweet, sweet angel,
but sadly, in love
with a demon.

I love you more than I love books,
more than I love running
around lovely meadows,
more than I love painting
grand dreamy skies.

I love you more than
i love dancing under
silver-lighted moonlit,
more than I love
gazing at the midnight
starlit heavenly sky

I love you more than
i love watching exquisite sunrises
and more than i love seeing
enchanting sundowns.

I love you more than anything
I have ever loved
With all my heart.