I am the sunrise.

You can go to sleep with the sunset,
but by nightfall she'll be gone.
And when the morning comes you'll see the sunrise,
and know I am the one.
I may not be as vivid as she,
but I can wake you up.
You'll hear the birds sing incessantly,
and I'll shower you with love.
Plant kisses on your lips and watch them bloom before your eyes.
The world will know of love when they see your hand clasp mine.
But deep down the sunset knows inside, she'll have to run and hide.
Because everyone knows you can't keep the sun from rising,
but in one fast swoop, the sea could swallow her in its tide.

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He remembers her soft kisses
and the way she smelled, he misses.
Two years passed by,
still he couldn't look his little girl in the eye.

Instead, staring down the bottle
of his life, gone to shit.
Everyday and every night,
asking,
"How did I end up like this?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"
the little girl shouts.
But not a thought from his head
could escape through his mouth.

She cries for her mother,
He closes his eyes.
He dreams up some world,
where no one he loves dies.

She remembers her hands,
and how her hair was so long.
Two years passed by,
still she looked to the sky.
Never understanding
the hate from her father
and longs for his kisses..
he used to love her.

But that night they broke him.
Not a word from his lips,
not a hug did he give.
For his lover had fallen
to her unexpected death.
And he can't help but wish
that it was him instead,
and that it was his fault
his little girls mother is dead.

But she felt inside
that as well as her mother,
her father had died
from a dreadful night
of losing his lover.

Ten years passed by,
and they look to the sky.
All that wasted time,
and those sad sad years.
Can't bring her back,
but she only brings tears.

They remember her love
as they sit down for dinner.
She's growing up, he's getting older.
But the memories they share,
are as vivid as ever.

Now things have gotten better,
and in her eyes he does look.
For there was no one to blame
so they close that book.

They remember her kiss,
and the way she smelled
they do miss.

But they feel in their hearts
the love of a mother
and cherish the days
they have left together.

I live in you.

The elasticity of my catastrophe
is surely not a tragedy.
Some may think a mystery
But we're in our own,
               our very own galaxy.
Above the stars, I sing to you.
And with my heart, I know it's true.
Beyond the moon, I dance for you.
And in your heart, I live in you.

Another favorite..

Gave what I had- a heart; as the world went.
I gave what was worth a world;
for worlds could never
restore me those pure feelings, gone forever.

I love you in the morning..

I love you in the morning
I love you in your hotel bed.
the one you call home,
the place you lay your head.

I love you in the low light of night.
I love you when you fight..
yourself for saying the wrong words.

'cause darling words are meaningless
when all we have is this hotel bed,
the one we can call home for awhile,
the place where we can rest our heads.

I love you because there is no other life for me.
And honestly, I don't want there to be.
I love you because you refuse to love anyone other than me.

I love you in the morning,
I love you when it's pouring..
Rain.. It's falling and so am I.
Into your arms, so helpless am I.

I love you in the morning,
I love you in the night.
I love you because it feels so right.

Andrew

You're the only one who has ever made me weep because of how happy I felt.
..I could listen to you play piano all day.
..I can tell, that you play from your heart..
This is for you..


Your veins; connected like strings.
emotions travel to your fingertips
and press the keys with such delicate ease.

Then weight is lifted and the room feels lighter.
 As listeners gather, their eyes- brighter.

You make Winter less cold,
the hours, the weeks, the months less old.
Tastes brand new,
Touches with more feeling.
Problems are few, when the life that you knew
suddenly gained something worth meaning.

Kisses are sweeter, hugs- deeper.
Silence less awkward, a reason to move forward.

Sleeping is unbearable when I'm sleeping alone
when the closest I get to your breath is the phone.
Every nerve in my body quickly awakens;
when the movement of your fingertips slightly lengthen.

You reach for the keys and my heart skips a beat,
craving the sounds of your heart that pounds,
that connects to your veins that are tied to those keys,
Oh how lovely you are, how you give me this peace.

If only you knew the places I've gone.. the things that I've seen,
When your heart plays a song.

One of my favorites...

Love Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.




Wish I could write like him.
So beautiful.