Cold Winter Days

Even the sun can get the blues

Forgetting to shine from time to time

So remember the warmth its rays would give when winter blows over

Bringing cold and maybe even the feeling of being alone

For without a doubt the sun will rise up once more and remind you why

It was worth the wait

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Words Unheard

You inspire me in every way

Yet you never even knew it

No matter how hard I tried to show it

My words were a blunder

My actions a bumble, a fumble

I’d shout from the roof tops

But you’d run from eyes that drew near

I’d whisper but be hushed to a mumble

By your lips that drew near

I only hope my embrace and beating heart rate

Pass onto you how much of a grace you truly are

Muse Of My Soul

I want you to know Muse of my soul

Your heart beat conducts me

Your beat it sets me free

With you there is no limits

We’ll achieve it all

Be it big or small

This world is our tapestry

So let’s weave a masterpiece

A tale of two souls

Bound by many threads

As we figure it out

I’ll keep dancing in my heart

To the beat of your beautiful soul

Even when your away and can’t see me

Know I’m always dancing to our beautifully tragic melody

with enough tears to fill the sea

but enough smiles to light up the galaxy

Pages Turn

I know our book smells the same so your worried you already know it, but you know the wonders of a book go beyond its smell, beyond its feel, beyond the number of its pages; each time you read it you understand more and gain a new appreciation for it. It’s up to you whether we turn the page of our book to get to the next chapter or drop the book before it’s finished because the summary of another caught your eye. I know you can’t see the ending of our book right now and reading a sad story breaks your heart, but I can promise you if you turn the page you’ll see the wonderful world you always believed was there. That you didn’t read this far in to be disappointed. I’ve read our book before a long time ago in my dream when I choose you to be the muse of my soul over another. Yes there are different stories we can read and write, each invoking hidden, lost or forgotten feelings, but I know you know the feeling of finishing a great book you believed in no matter how people criticized it and made you feel. To find you weren’t wrong or disappointed, so I ask you with all that I am, with all that we’ve shared and have yet to experience to turn this next page with me & you’ll see you really are reading a beautiful book, and not a tragedy. Even the main characters always have room to grow in a good book so will you grow with me as our pages turn.
(A vow to my heart a drift at sea may the waves carry my message to you and guide you home)