Your smile is like a bright summer's day.
So warm that it will melt any snow.
Your beauty is much like a flower.
Sprung by the sun mid May.

Your hair is like a fine rabbits fur.
Just as soft as a clock of pap pus.
Spreading seeds of beauty through the wind.
With the drowsy clouds, white, lined with silver.

There is a sharp sparkle in your eye.
As bright as the North Star in the sky.
Striking the match of my emotions.
Which will carry me across oceans.

Like a hot air balloon fueled by flame.
My feelings are fueled by just your name.
Though this poem isn't fueled by love.
It is your beauty that I speak of.

Looking up into the stars.
Walking by the passing cars.
Like on a clear, cloudless night.
****, you are a gorgeous sight.

All I want to do is write, write, write.
But I don't know what to write about.
Emotions, like love? Fear? Happiness?
Or nature like clouds and trees?

As I keep writting, things come to mind.
Like why do I keep this **** routine.
Like why do I feel like this inside.
Like why can't I seem to find any love.

Its hard to think what life would be like.
That carefree feeling, without worry.
Its hard to think what life would be like,
If the world was happy, peacefulness.

Why do I keep writing? No one cares.
If I don't try, then this will be true.
They will only care if you make them.
Its how the world works today, sad right?

The longer I write,
The better the sight.
The longer I write,
The brighter the light.
The more you read,
The bigger the seed.
That will grow into whatever you want it to be.

Time is a very interesting thing.
Everyone has a limit on their time.
Some use it all, others get it stolen.
Most of it is luck, like a flipping dime.

Heads or tails, life or death.
It reveals a question.
Do you want to live? Or...
do you want to give up?

Most will say time moves too fast.
Some will say time moves too slow.
But living in the moment,
will allow time to tick.

Everyone wishes that they had more time.
But somewhere on a shelf is a tool.
This tool is predetermined and won't change.
The sands in the glass keep falling, like rain into a pool.

All Life Has Meaning.
So care for it all,
like a parent rearing.
Don't let the time of earth fall.

That feeling of being alone.
Is there anyone there for me?
Should I be waiting for support?
There's not much time, as you can see.

People say that they understand.
But in reality they don't.
They have no clue how hard its been.
Ask them to listen, help, they won't.

Trap by thought and chained with emotion.
Only so much can be done to change.
Assuming that this change, in fact, helps.
The sands of time provides a small range.

Patience is the key to living life.
Forget about what others will say.
Live your life as free as an eagle.
Soaring through the skies on such a beautiful day.

Stare up into the stars
Wonder if there was life on Mars

Take a walk along the shore
Hope you're in luck and it wont pour

Adventure into the woodlands
Absorbing the beauty of earth

With the warmth of holding your soft hands
Share with me this fine rebirth.