It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a stranger
Appeared on the left corner of my laptop.
He was tall and handsome,
He had a bald head, "damn" fit,
In his late thirties,
Way better than Brad Pitt.
We clicked in a second.
He took off my gold mask,
And when his green eyes looked at mine,
They took my breath, not only that...
From time to time I find myself
Lying in these sheets,
Closing my eyes, trying to feel
That the man touching me, is him.
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
