If i was that smile
Upon your face...
Wonder where
These words will go...
I miss the little things
I miss the good morning texts...
Why Do I Do The Things I Do
Why do I do the things I do...
Petal and stem are fleeting things;
They fade; they fall; and die away...
Although I searched for hours
For a pretty, perfect hue...
Love is a filth of a hate
love is to feel the filth of hate...
You are the essence of beauty,
a beautiful man in your prime...
As Pointless As Springs Without Rain
Is Your Fury...
She has this thing about her that
Makes me want her...
Sunlit kisses
Eskimo nose-rubs...
A relationship is exchange of souls
Drowning in our emotions...