A beautiful day, a beautiful girl
A door opens, in her beautiful world...
A breath is lost, a chest she holds,
words can't escape, she takes a sit,
Water fills eyes,tissue she grabs...

I flick my lighter,
given in to my desire,
as if I can not focus,
or write,
reflect or relax without a cig,
in my mouth...
And smoke surrounds me as
I blow out a draw,

If I only had the charm of...

I would win you over
and never let you go,
I would I would make you laugh,
until you lose control,
I would make you cry,
telling you I love you so,

Sound asleep...
in my own personal paradise,
I become lost in your eyes,
as your fixing breakfast.
and re-enforcing the
feelings I have inside,
with a turn of a head,
and a radiant smile...

A bird flutters carelessly across my path,
momentarily dividing the green
of the tress
from the blue of the sky...
and squirrels continue their
playful runs,
unaware of me,

The heaviness of
deafness,
in your stare,
makes all my senses go numb...
Given me tunnel vision not to notice,
colors of beauty or
sounds of a nearby voice,
wind passing by, or

A bulge is in your growth,
pushing forth for the light that stands above,
Unable to hold back beauty or
struggling to survive?
as your white roots run furiously with
green tips searching for

How could I get into this again?
a glance you waited
for me to return,
And holding myself strong,
not giving in,
I put up the walls
and would not back down.
All the while I could

Waking and removing matter....
and destiny of the reminders,
dirt roads that where traveled....
cold frames and turns,
but never getting lost,
in a dream,
reminding me of,
a dream,

Searching through parks of desires and dreams,
hoping to find the path back to his,
drawing him closer stands a solitude tree,
with reflections of light,that lies underneath.

The Rain, keeps me inside,
and from my room, memories can't hide.
The driving wind is forcing me away,
Only to turn and face,
The importance in you that I placed...

And your smile

I am trying to run,
but not trying to hide.
Gathering my thoughts
at ninety mile per hour.
This life has become too much
and I am lost and hurt.
lights are now in my mirror,

there was a debate
about love and sex,
and how in the end,
women and men,
are made to be different,
and how its really about,
progression of a species,

Four lanes of traffic
that come to a halt...
and the flashing of brake lights,
only seems to put me in a trance,
a reflection of my past,
and snap, I come back,
and its not the right day

She represents a beauty so deep,
A friendship that divides
Love from lust,
want from need.
Not sure she sees
the want within me...

Two feelings not the same,
creates this world of pain,