Your hands.
The way they hold my face as your
and as your sweet lips kiss my fac
Your arms
The way they hold me and cradle me

I play non existent conversations
with you in my mind.
Leaving me bitter
from the sweet memories,
but then only the sweetness

John chapter one:verse five
“The light keeps shining in the da
and darkness has never put it out.
Your eyes shine onto the city,
peeking over clouds.

It is the way the black
fluid of my own pen flows
in my notebook.
It is the way peace
and serenity visit me

He stunk of old stale cigarettes a

Walking along side waves
that are now creeping up to my ank
I gaze off into my sunset as it ki
and says its goodbyes,
not knowing if my windows will eve

There is no crime
and no trails of our tears on grav
You will never hear the mournful,
heart wrenching cries
of a mother and father grieving

Beautiful to the eye
but dangerous to the touch.
Used for love,
Used for the celebration of a life
that has been set free.

Rest in peace to my heart
that has been ripped apart
time after time.
Chance after chance
that I gave you was only another

There is ink in my veins instead o
Everyone and everything
around me disappears,
all except for the music playing i
Grounded by the most high,