Sometimes I feel like we’re galaxies apart.
You, a big blue star in the heart of the universe
and I, a black hole,
exterminating everything in my path on my way to you.
Midway, I stopped and I realized that if I get closer to you,
I might destroy you as all the other stars I passed by.
So here I am, staying away from you as far as I can,
watching you from afar so I won’t ever touch
the masterpiece that you are
even though that’s all I ever wanted to do
ever since we met.
I watch you shine from a distance
as I starve myself from the warmth of your light.
I remain in the darkness,
quietly counting the light years between us.

im not content with the idea of us at least sharing the same sky because maybe, just maybe, you are also sharing it with someone else

Warm rain drops beating the pattern of my heart's pulse on the shutters of this old barn house while far away a lone wolf cries, unanswered.

Wind kissed tears from hollow sad eyes form wet trails over dried out wrinkles, whistling through the caverns of past glories on this war torn face, bringing colour and life with the desert rose.

Softly playing violins couple with the lone broken voice of a fallen angel, singing of maladies forgotten, joys yet birthed and a promise, a promise that you fulfill with each breath.

Morning bird song chirping of fresh hope and new love, a sweet tune warding off possible predators even while in search of prey.

Rumbling thunder, the roaring approval of gods reverberating within my bones, my soul, even as the hairs on my arm stand on end at the sound of the fickle lords' voices.

The silence of night captures my imagination, from it's seemingly emptiness rises fables of faery love and poems of ***** desires, all falling short of your brilliant black opal beauty.

I know that you're scared
and you make it a big deal,
but the Ear­th would remain
if you revealed how you feel
Sometimes life is pr­one to
moving a little too fast,
but I'm holding my arm out
for y­ou to grab as I pass
I am fully aware
of the pain in your past,
a­nd how you think good things
cannot always hope to last
I myself ­have been scorned
more than just a few times,
still, I allow you ­to inspire
so many of my lines
To me it is so clear
that there is­ something there,
but you make me a liar
when you choose not to s­hare
your perception of us,
what was and what will be
Thinking I ­have a chance
is always what will **** me
Do you know what you wa­nt?
Could I be the real deal?
Or is a relationship with me
someth­ing you just don't feel?

You know that I'm scared
and to me it's such a deal
that my world would collapse
if­ I revealed how I think I feel
Sometimes my life tends to
move ju­st a little too fast
That's when I lose focus
and allow you to pa­ss
You are fully aware
of the pain in my past
and how I know good­ things
are doomed to never last
You yourself have been scorned
m­ore than several times,
yet, you choose to dream
and continue to ­write lines
To you it is so clear
that there is something there,
­but I'd be such a liar
if I attempted to share
my perception of u­s,
what was and what will be
You're hoping to have a chance,
but ­you don't know the real me
I'm not sure what I want,
though, you ­may be the real deal,
but a relationship right now
just isn't som­ething I feel.