My EyesThese are my eyes.More Like This
They don't sparkle but they fixate on you.
Under a trance... I missed my chance;
the opportunity for romance to bloom.
Wishful thinking, that's what they say.
"It's never going to happen."
"He's out of your league."
But I still imagine and I still dream.
Soppy as anything... I know, this is mad.
I hope you find this poem, inside your bag.
My world with youI've been blinded all my life,More Like This
With people and pain...
Now in my dark world,
I can't see anything...
I can't see any light!
But I see you!
You and your beauty,
You and your blue eye
You and your soul...
And it's so beautiful!
I can't believe for once,
I finally see a reason to be,
A reason to live, a reason to love!
'Cause with you I see the light,
'Cause you're my only light here!
Just with your presence,
Just with the sound of your voice,
Just with your sweet smell,
Just with your shining eyes
Or with your little cute smile....
With all of you are,
I can feel you,
Feeling your precious heart,
That I'll protect forever!
And then, everything is alright
As soon as you’re there,
All my sadness disappears,
All of my dark world disappears
All of my pain and fear goes away...
For then, there are only you...
And everything is alright;
My world is beautiful and full of light!
Cold and JadedJade is such a lovely mineralMore Like This
Always cool when touched
It's beautiful yet very hard
Not unlike a great many people
Some people are described as jaded
They are often cynical and weary
Worn out by the rigors of life
Hardened and robbed of warmth
Life eventually gets to people
Negative experiences change them
And not always for the better
The heart needn't be like a stone
Softening seems impossible to some
This belief can be firm like a rock
Perspective can erode over time
We need to be patient with ourselves
Jade is such a lovely mineral
Always cool when touched
But jade is a stone and not a person
Given enough time warmth returns
your heart was a broken sailorThere's probably a reason why I can't say that I've known you since my elbows were just dimples on my arms. And that may be simply because the sky exchanged hemispheres four years into your birth but we're just on the opposite ends of a conventional compass. Though distance is a mixture of coarse wave and rugged land levels, there have been more in our union than the planet can already decorate on its face.More Like This
The international date line has a sharp, pungent sense of humor that gives and takes hours all at the expense of fuel on the plane you're on right now. All I can say is that you have the power to give me words and no control over when to take them. The ammonium of its irony - that blessed imaginary line - sublimes over time as tragedy transcends into broken, forced smiles. It should have made me bitter. It should have faked into nothing by now. But we're still here with crescent dimples so genuine they don't leave. It's not fear, it's the time. This longitudinal that somehow control
drinkdrinkdrunkanabolic alcoholic, summerMore Like This
of watching you soar through
hammock seams and i had
almost found your reluctance
but then liquor dripped
and ran rather deep -
mounds of molehills
you drained with coke
vodka leaked jaws and i
told you the dreams;
the heights summer had
-ment etched in your
left cleft joints
so swallowing, wallowing
in catabolic ache
liquid froze at the
nape of your
neck and this white-red-pink wine
you love somehow
stole summer's dreams
and winds and thaw.