Memory

You have never seen true beauty,
until you've seen the stars in the heat of the night.
You've never experienced something so amazing,
until you've seen the smile in a child's eyes,
or tasted a sweet first kiss.

Sometimes we take for granted all the simple things,
the stain remains from the joy it brings.
When my years come to an end,
I will remember what I've seen.
When I make my last turn,
Round my last bend,
even pain was worth every memory.

Morning

I wake up in mourning,
for the love that we lost.

It passed away for an unknown cause.

I mourn for you,
and I mourn for me.
I mourn for the mornings you could have spent with me.
I mourn for the days when the sun doesn't rise,
because the clouds spread the shadow of sadness and despise.
I mourn for her not knowing what she doesn't know.
Also for you not believing you could let her go.
For me hoping I could love again.
I mourn because the morning doesn't feel like a new beginning,
but a reoccurring end.

Summer

Walking in the sand,
on an old dirt road,
the familiar feeling of freedom,
spreads under my toes.
I close my eyes,
and open my mind,
and soon I am there,
smelling crisp summer air.
The scent of the ocean,
tingles my nose,
its drifts over the water,
every strand of my hair blows.
Summer, where have you gone?
The sour taste of salt water,
trickles on my lips,
the sunset in my eyes,
begins to slowly dip.
Over the horizon,
my mind goes with the sun,

turning upside down,
pouring my thoughts one by one.
The suns blanket,
is hidden from my skin,
the cold ocean breeze,
renews my soul again.
Summer, where have you gone?

This Is Me

If there is one thing you should know about me is that I am free,
to let my soul be what it shall be.
And if there was another,
I would say that I am strong,

but even in our strength life can still go wrong.
If you never knew me,
I would want you to know,
that this river of emotion is from my heart,
but my words make it flow.
If I could only tell you one thing,
I'd give you my best advice.
Keep yourself open,
and justify whats right.

If I still had time to tell you more,
I'd tell you to be yourself,
because I am who I am,
I'd never wish to be someone else.
I'd leave you with these words,
and I'd hope you've seen my soul,
for the beauty of who we are,
should never be left unknown.

Always

I held him so tightly,

on a chill autumn night.

His room was warm,

illuminated with light.

The water drops painted on his wall seemed to slowly fall,

kissing my skin with every touch.

A thin blue line of lights circled around his ceiling,

shedding light across our bodies,

that with love, were gleaming.

His pillow cushioned my head like the shoulder of a long lost friend,

he held me with a tight embrace,

then he moved away from my face.

And in one long breath I opened my eyes,

to see I wasn't in his room, the one I had described.
And it wasn't him inches from my face,

it was stranger to my heart but a friend in my mind,

I retraced.
As it all came together piece by piece,

I remembered something you'd said to me.
That there is always room in your heart for me,
and for me that will always be true.
Because when I'm kissing him,
I'm always thinking of you.