We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handled with
delicate hands.
Anticipating expansion,
while we played like kids,
laugh like old friends.
Love was on reserve.
His smile was infectious.
His dimples, imprinted in my mind.
Emulating his smile like it was mine,
all mine.
No other intoxication like warm
hands on tight hips. Like lost eyes
finding their way back. Like love was
deferred for a moment.
If Four Is A Party So This Is A Parade
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Love is beautiful and great.
When you find the right person, it will be fate.
My
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
