I lost myself at age 7. I crawled into bed and then disappeared. my childhood behind me— erased. set on fire. all it took was one touch for it all to burn down. no more trust. no more love. no more innocence. gone.
what if the sky went pink and the birds stopped their chirping if the world stopped its turning what if i took your hand and pulled you closer if i held you forever what if i kissed you then? just before the sun slept before the crickets sang and important things began to happen? what if what if we had that moment that one second of just us?
My love even in anger she looks pretty because of the subtle smile that sneak upon her face like the beautiful light of the morning ray that creep upon dawn. if you ask me what stuff are great dreams made of the answer is simple "My Love" for she is to me like rain is to the earth and like sleep is to the body good through and through.
A lamp strides it’s light across a room, and in its soul an ember, burns like the red sun dawns, as up the sky it clambers. “Illuminate it all, i will!” Oh, and as it wills, it shall! And before the lamp all was fire, but behind solely cold hell.