Wrong Guy

they’ve given me a
million different sayings
to display my affections:

You hold the key to my heart,

If you ask me out,
it’ll be a
yes.

I’ll give you 11 roses, 10 real,
1 fake,
I’ll love you till the
last one dies,

Before you
my life was
gray,
but you brought
sunshine

Crazy for
You

How does it feel to
know that you’re all
I need?

But,
why is it the
wrong
guy that gets the
hint?

Blue Blood

String them together
using invisible threads,
where one starts and
the other ends,
only visible by
spitting sparks.
Knotted and left to
dangle,
taunting,
in front while the
rest melts, blue pools
into your veins.

For: stupastu

Seer

One glance is all they
get, usually.
Until footsteps from the Seer
whisper invisible words.
Eyes that don't rip apart
and hands that put back
together what shallow eyes
could not see.
Searching for the one
seed that holds
life's beauty and
deiding how to
best
make it grow.

For: cjgirl864

By Her He Misses

This as well was written for me by an amazing friend, Stu. And, HE can be found HERE: stupastu

By her he kissses, and when she's gone he misses
her honey tones and accident prone ways
of letting him know he's the bomb inside of her chest,
the crest in her eyes and the aplomb of her life.
By her he sniffs the jasmine and summer rays;
her sweetness plays in his mind like a violin's
shimmer, how she chooses he, comparably a sinner,
as a friend is something he'll try to comprehend
but when said friend, the shareholder of his soul
is gone, there are only large gaping holes and
trolls with morbid thoughts trying to fill a void
that is left, but he knows, without the girl of
many facets and her thirst to absorb,
his life becomes only an existence.

Mirror, Mirror

Something a friend wrote for me. You can find her here: cjgirl864

Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who is the girl
That questions all?
She searches out the answers
That will complete the riddle
Written on her heart.
Are the eyes that beseech
The pane of mirrored glass,
The windows into a soul
That is complete?
Or one that is just beginning
The quest for fulfillment?
Will she find in her magic mirror
That we are all what we are-
Ever evolving,
Forever the same.
Mirror, mirror
On the wall,
Reveal to her truth-
Answer her call.

Unheard Secrets

I'll whisper secrets to those
who can't hear,
watch them crystalize
and drop,
soundlessly,

to the
ground

crash into a million
pieces,

and leave them,
never to be

remembered.

Memory Hate

if i could,
i'd erase every memory
you hate,
and attach them to
white winged birds

look, they're flying
away
and it's alright to
love the
future