I still have
Enough fuel
To fill my
Thoughts
Because

Atleast I
Have love
For something
That is not
secured

You have read all
About me but
All I know about you is beauty.

I stumble, I stand, I sit and I
Every-time i think about your soft
And the smirks on your face
Whenever you are bored, scared or
Sometimes i glaze through the glas

Give me love
O you, as sacred heart
Are hard to trust.
Plunge my bones
With humor

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

Heaven will be glad and passionate
for hell could not bare in comfort
Of some delicate souls prayer woul
So will earth cruse blissfully una
that flesh will rot with clothes,

I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be

This could
Be
Magic
Only if
You

Is this life I seek
Is this purity I recall
Is this love I felt
Is this death I ordered
And If i could write them all,