When I wrote a love song,
It rained,
Lovers danced in it and got drenched.
When I wrote a sad song,
It stormed,
It caused chaos and lovers had to run for shelter.
Now, I am afraid of writing action song,
Frightened lovers will fight and cause conflicts.
What to do?
9/9/2020

I love you and feel you so much
I want you and miss your touch
Oh, my new love, oh my dear
I wanna be with you, there
Darling, I need you forever!

I dream of you and I do more
I think of you and I do adore
Oh my sweetie, oh my babe
I wanna gaze into your eyes
Darling, I want you forever!

I am colored with your love
and I gave you what I have,
You are my shine and rainy days
I learn something new as always
Darling, stay close to me forever!

If we can restore vibrancy to color
stripping layers of time
to render art new
then can we lift sound particles
from memories
laid down decades before
dab a pen over words
slandering our hearts
eliminate critical noises
that chastise
til all we recognize
is a blank slate of static
where WE select
rhythm and pace     
            
compliments      feeding our lives' diorama  

                 beliefs              entangled    
                                    between      
                                              heartbeats

we become the artist
         the symphony playing remastered tunes

Stay Strong    
                                  You are Valuable
And, most importantly,

           You Deserve to be Loved

You push me into the darkness for your happiness,
I get along with the darkness,
I am comfortable with the darkness,
BUT
What if I push you into the darkness as you did to me,
Will, you survived it?
Or get along with the darkness as I did,
No,
You will never experience the same as I did.