She is everything that i want between my arms
I imagine myself sitting by her side, feeling her heart beat come into unison with mine.
I can see now just how perfect we could be if that distance that separate us could join us now.
Its so entwining that feel of her skin against mine...
Her lungs are filled with breaths of pure satisfaction and joy as she rests her head on my right shoulder.
Her scent is that of a flowery field, a fresh winter breeze swooshing through a redwood forest, and a hint of the indian spice root harmoniously fused as one.
I turn my head and join my lips to the soft delicate skin of her head as she sinks into a sea of peace.
I watch her as she’s taken away by the sleep of night knowing that words are not necessary to whisper,
“I love you”.

Love is not important

There comes a time when love is life and life is love
When nothing matters more than to be alone
And the love you don’t have becomes the life you miss
When nothing matters and everything is circumstantial

when love is life and life without love means nothing.

Cause everything that is important can be loved,
 So if no one loves me that means im not important??

How can you be sure that you are loved, when words are lies?
And whispers are just the worst possible way of telling a half truth
That’s all I have half truths and bad lies, that’s all
I can possible endure right now
Especially from you, the person
I once tought was the love of my life.

Half fucking lies, that’s all I deserve, that’s all I never give you
But in the end that’s is not even important, cause you are not the first
Or the last to lie to me, to hurt this fragile heart
The same that I got 27 years ago.