every day should be
a waterfall
full, wild, and free

to you
who had permanently touched my heart,
thank you

You
and
me

we lay, we scoot closer
closer closer still
our bodies entwined we lay becoming one
we feel heartbeats
and skin

breathing gets heavy
and lips get restless
and the feeling of young need and
maybe even
a touch of love
drive you wild

skin heats up and hearts race faster
the closer we draw to one another
the faster we breath
wispy
needing breaths
lips wander

and we are one again,
inseparable save for to
meet again soon.

you
and
me

To all the ears listening in this ,
This is me screaming.
Though me head is not in the pillow,
Or my mouth yelling,
This is me screaming.

As pencils scream across pages,
And feelings scream through heads,
This is me screaming.

To all  those listening ears,
Though my words are silent,
And I make no noise,
This is me screaming.

This is me screaming creations
and manifestations of mind,
Screaming creations onto pages and
lines into songs.

This is me screaming, and though it is
silent,
I hope you hear every bit of it.

This is me screaming, begging the ideas to fall onto the page
and come out as they are meant to be.

This is me screaming at the top of
these silent lungs, and waiting for
You to hear.

This is me screaming.

I'm perfectly imperfect, that's the
words you use.
They fit.
The cracks in me trace broken lines,
but they fall just so,
And make me who I am now.

I have flaws and trials, but
Without them, who am I?
Not me.
I am a porcelain doll without the
Mistakes, the Errors, the Cracks,
that make me who I am.

Grace in mistakes
Makes me, me.
Perfectly Imperfect.

I am one too three;
one too three for five.
I have been one too three for five,
and even  tried to be one too three for
an eight or nine.
But the leap is too big,
and i will always be
one too three for five.

Let's lay on our backs in a grassy
field
Let's feel the grass on our skin and
our bodies close
Let's count the stars, a memory in
each celestial dot
Let's never forget this moment.