You never know what's the best:
To go east? To go west?
To feel the pains of love in chest?
To be prepared for the pest?

forged in pain
love overcomes
more,

love eternally
reigns,
love is all.

She watches me
as I illuminate her
head on the pillow,
still cornering the daylight
into the rear window.

She lays, outstretched,
filling the back seat of the car
with unwrapped thoughts,
too deep;
my rays can only reach so far.

Her sleepy eyelids blink
at me in question.
A suggestion?
I hide my face behind a cloud.
"'till soon," I whisper.
I'm only just a surface moon.

If we fail to follow our dreams, we chase shadows instead.

You take flights on paper planes
on September nights to escape the rain
love sits beside you
and so does pain  
in their hands, feelings from June
and they sit there waiting  
to take you to the moon

The sun is gone
and now my heart
is falling like leaves.
The wind takes me away
and I'm left to face
the fall alone.

I've an egg inside me
that's in the process of—
cracking /
What hatches, we'll see.
I'll offer it my love,
and it shall be lovely,
eating me from inside,
until it can—
no longer hide.

My mind is perplexed  whether it creates the thoughts or the thoughts it creates create it.

A day has 1440 minutes...
And I always said a minute of your voice would make me happy for a week...
But I never thought the day would come when you would just talk to me for 7 minutes...
And that after I pretty much begged you to let me call you...
Those 7 minutes showed me what I really mean to you...
I keep thinking of you for 1440 minutes a day...
I just don't know why...
I think the clock on my wall cares more about me than you do...