there could never be another

where'd all this sweetness come from, best friend?

this caring soul you posses is shining through

and a smile cant help but breach my face,

your perseverance is impeccable,

as you chase me around from year to year

and not an angry frown as controlled your thoughts,

country music, boots, and dancing in the kitchen,

is something i hated before you swept me off my feet,

and these moments make me joyful,

and not just happy temporarily.

i have burnt the bridges in my past

and left that baggage on the last plane,

ready and willing to embark on the next adventure,

so please be patient, as you care for me,

because i am not quick to accept it,

you have the boys from before to thank for my callused heart.

so read my expression of love,

and take it as a grain of salt,

because this isnt easy for me

as you soften my heart

and lead me,

i cant help but be grateful

for such a beautiful thing.

best friend,

thanks for never permanently leaving my side,

through thick and thin,

youre the only guy that has picked up all the broken pieces,

stringing them back together isn't going to be easy,

but you will have some help,

so don't let go when it gets rough,

because thats what the others did,

don't lead me into darkness,

because i am giving you my trust,

get ready,

you might want to buckle up,

this adventure appears to be a long one,

filled with beautiful stops and time to smell the flowers.

the rushes

the tiny white flowers set the contrast in her wavy locks of blonde, the white beauties entangle themselves softly, kind of like those sweet images of warm coffee on cold mornings, the little tidbits of the day get lost in the files of the major events.

her face is better left to the rays of the sun, tan from the hours spent outside...with the light hitting her just so perfectly her weary eyes start to gleam.

her heart is so soft and full of love, and tends to hurt whenever anyone around her is hurting, for this is a beautiful thing for her, because she used to sit cold and numb to the thoughts and the feeling of others.

the emptiness is deeply dwelling in her depths as she is waiting for it to disappear,

but the longer the days the more it stays.

she is just sitting, no longer in the sun,

watching the subway pass her by and the world rush on.

mold me

my heart is melting at your feet like hot wax from the candle on the table,

and my eyes are greener than ever with a shiny glaze from the warm tears that turned cold at the end of my cheeks.

these words flowing from my mouth were once lies you fed but its truth i am throwing back at you.

i am lonely on this day of sunshine, because you always bring the gray.

swing me around

the little black dress with the ruffles

and his paisley purple shirt and silly hand woven tie,

they were insepreable from summer to summer,

and now that has brought them together again

for this celebration of love and life,

tuxes and a white dress,

bouquets of flowers and rows of guests.

the paisley and black dress couple join in with the rows,

with smiles of excitement on their faces,

the ceremony takes place

and legs get restless.

round tables and catered food,

cakes and drinks,

laughter and...

the best part of all, dancing.

single ladies and goofy boys,

mother-son, father-daughter,

these moments create lasting memories.

the girl in black and the boy in purple..

take their place amongst the others,

hand in hand,

close enough to feel each other's breath,

the gaze and the smile never go away,

the only advice he has for her and her klumsy feet...

"just dont stop spinning"

the thoughts of vomit cross her mind,

but she is so captivated by their dancing that it all disappears,

and the crowd stares deep down to the depths of their chemistry

that keeps bubbling over and onto the floor.

her date's paisley print embrace is perfect

as the night ends with sparklers and run throughs.