Her smile ( Read more... )

She falls right into me ( Read more... )

Sometimes late at night
It would help
To hear just one word
From the innocence
Of your voice

Ball is in your court ( Read more... )

Her hair hangs heavy
On the shoulders of my heart
Time tassled tresses
Of pasts unseen between dreaming
Soul seeking serenades
That never seem to be enough
My mind meditates missing
Her, here. Haunting histories
Visiting visions valued vice
Wandering when we wonder
If it is but dreaming

My decisions are clear
I have no time
To fall in love
Or projec the
Obseesion of
My desires
With the pyre
Of poetry

You see
This is something
That scares
Worse than nightmares
When I was three years old

I will not offer
Or sacrifice
Or speak

My heart is to strong
To be the weakness that
We seek

Wonder if she's read the poems
Or listened to the songs
Wonder if she thinks about me
When she feels alone
Wonder if she'll ever call
Or come running back to me
Wonder if it's possible
To just walk away

I am tired of flirting ( Read more... )

There is no use in writing ( Read more... )

Throw me a bone
Give me a clue
I have no idea
What to do with you
To feign lacking
In kisses
Or dreams I cannot speak
To retreat the poetry
You brought out

It is not as if
I was looking to love
Or that I forced myself
To this
Simply
It happened
And it scares
The living fuck
Out of me

I am falling and
I am afraid