*I'm sorry if this makes no sense, its true and I...

The thought of missing you, and wanting to be with
you more and more everyday resulted in this poem...

- - How Things Used to Be.
Bubbly girl, shined a smile everyday and night...

*Written for a Contest.*
*Actual Title: The Hardest Part of Dreaming About...

You once spoke of love being anchored,
perhaps stagnant against the current...

`Just a short poem explaining my struggle with...
The disease of impatience has affected me...

Alluring,
golden ambrosial skin...

Note; not what I'm feeling. not real.
Lost in the immediate charm of your presence...

I feast on poisonous snakes
and sip from vases...

My heart erupts like
a volcano when you...

First attempt at this form.
Music...

You are where faith lies -
whether it be burrowed deeply 'tween...