Unconditional love

Is love pure and true

Unconditional love

Is the love I have with you

Your whole heart giving

And received in return

To trust someone completely

a hard lesson learned

Not to worry about their past

Or have yours thrown in your face

To wipe the slate clean

Is the love that we all dream

To be so connected

almost reading

each others minds

Finishing each others sentences

is something we do all the time

To love someone completely

no matter how much they

change

Weight gain,gray hair, whatever

you love them just the same

People go their whole lives

trying to find unconditional love

You and I have been so lucky

and for that

I thank the heavens above

A simple smile that can cut through clouds as ominous as my fears.
A touch that can constrain my thoughts into a silent warm room.
Words that can save a lost soul from drowning in themselves.
A heart that is pure, patient, and persistent.
You are the reason the sky is blue and not gray.
You are the energy I need to ignite a lingering thought that terrorizes my brain.
Forever moving and adapting to my contradictions.
Forever still and strong as I travel down a road I must take; that may well break me into many tiny pieces that will fill the lungs and stomachs of all that I love.
Suffocating them into extinction and spreading across fields like wild fire.
Then I am back.
Back to you… Home.
O.K.
Still walking, still fighting
I know now this fight is no longer just for me, but for all those who will suffer from my broken pieces.
All those who live in a world I do not understand.
And then I am back.
You are what keeps me up when I am no longer able to put a foot in front of the other.
I just need to remember to comeback. Never letting these tiny morsels of my truths take me too far from you.
Always keeping my hand in yours. Always taking each step with you in sight.
I need to always remember the place I can fall to is REAL and it can tear away all that is dear to me.
I promise to come back always to you.
Because your simple smile can cut through clouds as ominous as my fears.
Your touch can constrain my thoughts into a silent warm room.
Your words can save this lost soul from drowning in themselves.
Your heart always pure, patient, and persistent
I will always come back to you.

I wish
I wish
upon a star
That I could gather you
in my arms
and take you far

Far, far away
On a cloud made for two

A cloud
made especially for me
and for you

To whisk us away
from lands
filled with anguish and pain

To lands with no illness
Only good health and happiness again

To lands where together
we'd grow
old
and grey
As husband and wife
forever we'd stay

I believed you were a painter. Your hands, your arms – they were meant to create art. They were meant to create beautiful masterpieces. I believe I am the empty canvas and you stroke me with harsh resentment. Now, I’m colourful. Are you happy now, painter? Are you happy that red paint trickled down the canvas, where you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the canvas have feelings too? Are you happy that traces of violet paint smeared all throughout the once white and pure canvas?  Are you done with your masterpiece? Or is your masterpiece still not finished?