I miss the way you used to stare at me as if I were a King whoíd found his queen; the thief of every breath you never meant to hold on to-longer than a blink, but what is love, if not a stranger who stole a treasure † you keep locked away without a key... † from your buxom lips I could fall the more a storm petrel adrift unto a black sea without fear of a crimson sky morning where I found your heart left unsung by a world blind to your beautiful reverie... † -ed
the way we love a quiet place † a cabin in the woods † little monsters † wounds bitter-sweet † bound in days we made love † in days we wept for us; † even when I feel lost † all I want to do † is keep wandering through your wilderness
the lies we breathe shall come to pass as the fervor fades, like a crimson sunset † on the last breath of long awaited day; † to the wonder of a brave heart that would † always believe in a river of love on a forgotten path; who would lean into the wind not bend † with trees that bled of winters past... †
a stoic heart largely unspoken considered abandon by some I could never ignore the way looking at you has always felt as if Iíve stepped from the shade to stand in the Sun
blinded by intrinsic beauty captured in warmth left unsung a dawn to remember; a gift from above even on the darkest of days not matter what you might say I canít escape how deeply Iíve fallen in love...
I hate when youíre mad at me how it feels like Iíve woken up from the best dream Iíve ever had left wanting to fall back to sleep so I can try and continue where I left off
you are so beautiful when you laugh at my stupid jokes and I will never forget sounds you make while I kiss you soft as my body yearns to melt into yours where our hearts can bleed together and revenant stars may reunite to help us find whatís been lost
her tall thoughts erase in moon-lit bareness as lost as a young heart freshly broken a new tide turns where there was to be no shore undertow whispers, ode, the tremolo a smile fades out of tune; a song remembered of the Loon she would cry, until one day in December