Just a club for two
for us to get through...
I return to my open window. The place where I lost...
*Authors note* I dedicate this poem to the Real...
Laying here gazing at the stars.
How I wish you were here my love...
A letter to remind us of love,
Count to hundred with closed eyes...
They said we were as different
As the night is from the day...
The air is brisk, and snowflakes pelt our cheeks
with angel like kisses, gentle and hushed...
You are the birds in the sky
and the clouds that always sigh...
At the end you will be asked
whether it was worth it...
What glorious beauty
That unimaginably transpires...
My lady, forgive me
for what I am about to say...
Pink
kisses...
I complained
To the moon...