References.

You are the Rosaline of my life.
I wished for us to be the Amelie and Quicampoix of life.
I need you to smile like Sabrina of the Larrabee family.
And dream as though you were the Holly Golightly living in my heart.
But we'd be as far as Princess Ann and that loser journalist.
Who can we be, so to dream and convert my chances into our opportunities?
Our dreamy nights witnessing the beauty of fireworks reaching out for the heavens.
My tears in the night, a tear of fear of ever not holding your hands.
What do I do with myself to be lying down in the clouds with the royals of love?
Perhaps I could write a tale or two, atonementesque, just to please my hearts.
Dedicating every second of moving picture to her.
Aye!

Dining in Our Hearts

I'd walk Out
On my own heart
To kiss your
heart and
Hold it
and
die.

Twas' You

An attempt at writing lyrics to a tune I wrote rather recently:

Twas You

broken lights
on and off
torn directions
up and down
my heart crawling
on a circular road
to come across
your blue-laced
white shoes
you
placed your feet
on my heart
transform me
break my past
you
diced yourself
in my mind
freeing me
from my last
you
danced yourself
behind me
forgetting you
saved me
from
her.
it was you.
it was you.
it was you.

Hone

within my heavy soul
a heart, a body of water
your soul floating on it
as a boat of endless love
a weight i willingly took
your soul, my soul
when will it ever be one?
the day our voices dream
of that one song
i'd overspill with love.

Eleanor Whispers

Questions - a breathing part in our bodies residing in the crevices of the skull. Answers - the atoms that form our physical presence in the eyes of the world and forgotten as our very own reflection.

Noir et Bleu

Extraordinary. Every word, every laughter, every scat, everything. Extraordinary. For now I will comfort myself in allowing you to grow within and without your circle. Based on what I have learned I conclude it is smarter to participate after your doors are wide open with edible opportunities. As of now everything is still the fruits of Eden. Yet, extraordinary.

Home to the Dreaming Blue Hearts

I might play every card I have just to admire you from a distance and I'd play my card by the number of months. At least that way you won't know and I won't die. Perhaps, unless you inform me that I ought to evaporate. Unless, you do and sometimes I wish you do. Funny how it works.

Retreat of the Sun

I weigh an infinite pound of love and I still dream of you in my heart; just us under the drunken night skies. When will I live?