• Dear Romeo,

    My heart is pumped

    and my lungs contract

    by the compression of your arms against my side and back,

    and your hands,

    whom that of which comfort the muscle of my back pocket,

    my blood flows...

    with the warmth brought on forth by the pleasent taste of your lips

    if only you knew of my shouldered smile

    cloud nine would look up at me

    but to looks i can say

    when in close presence, are eyes are unable to meet

    the comforting feeling of your sight makes me, opposingly, uncomfortable

    not that, in my sight, you is of a neggy

    but rather not even dote can conquer interpretations set forth from the amber

    left vulnerable i stay

    tryin to keep all muscles constricted

    but as much as i can try my melody can not be readily be stopped

    for this beatin heart

    although it is the weakest in opposition to muscle

    portrays my strongest emotion...

    LOVE

    with each time its experience is felt you feel as if you were virgined to it in its precession

    each time is like the first

    but what makes it unique is the fear that follows

    "Once you know, will you forget?"

    is that all you want to hear so you can be ticketed to move?

    the sky seems so empty when you trace it with your script

    i dont want to be just your moon

    i want to be heard

    i want to be felt

    i want to be yours

    if i were your sky i would want you to occupy me,

    but only if that isnt your intentions

    i want your warmth

    true warmth, undisturbed by his presence

    non hindered by our amily-fays...

    i sink into darkness

    the light is switched

    but i just let my eyes close...