The warmth of cold

The feel of warmth against my cold skin, The cool crisp air mixed with the first days light begins. I keep my eyes closed, to take in all these raw senses. Warmth melting into me with endless hunger. her warm subtle breath gently pressing on my face, With little hints of her fragrance enveloping me. swirling around, her hair catches the gentle breeze coming in through the slightly cracked window And dances on and around my nose peaking my interest to look at the beauty that lay before me. I lay perfectly still as to not scare it away. I can't help it, the suspense, nor can I wait any longer. I start to peak, before I can realize her warm soft lips pressing against mine, Our eyes meet and dance at the first days sunrise.

hues in the fall

I smell her fragrance,I feel the cold, I feel the touch of something to behold.My eyes are still shut, I don't want this feeling to fade, just like the morning sun, she is my beautiful day.On her bed I lay, I pray this never gets old, she doesn't quiet realize, my heart is something that she holds. I open my eyes and see a picture still in it's frame, don't let me screw this up god, I would be the one to blame.A pictures worth a thousand words or so they say, let me take a thousand and show you everything it is I want to say.In the english language there is so much I could declare, this all would be worthless for nothing would compare.She opens her eyes, her eyes are on me, her eyes are full of life with hues in the fall do I see. To her beauty as I lay to see, don't let another second go by, for this is my plea, the world would be dull, it would be plain to see, I would not be filled with life without her next to me.

What can i say

What can I say, what can I do to save me from you? You hate the world, you brought me in, to make yourself feel better once again. It didn't last as long as before, it went away even quicker , so you came back, it made me even sicker. Filed with hate, filled with disgust, I guess this is a, must, a need for you to drain, to empty the pain and pawn it on to someone else. So you pass the torch that was passed to you. you could have been strong, you could have blown it out, but instead you gave up and just passed it right back out. you passed it to me the torch that consumes me, it's deep inside. when will it end, when will it die out? I run into the dark, i can't seem to hide, the torch fills the room, you find me inside. that damn torch, i will drown it out, i will make it stop, to save the rest. at the end of my quest, when you see me there, i will be glad to say the chain ended with me! what can i do what can i say to save the next child that crosses your way?

love or life

The amount of love, The amount of life; will never amount to the love of life, or life to love an individual as one does and one achieves Is greater than any life time of pain.