devil

The devil is near,
and he is waiting to collect a soul.

He is searching for something
young, vulnerable.

He crouches in these woods,
Spreads himself on this tree –
waiting.

He has been here before,
Curled as a serpent,
Lurking –
temping Eve to touch the glorious fruit.

He has been here before,
A voice in the wind:
“You know you want to.”

And again
He is always right.

alone

Her sheets are lonely at night and to her thats her comfort.
missing him isnt her option its her choice, her heart is wiliting .Those late night phone calls come to an end,
but do you find your self checking your missed call section?
knowing nothing will be there.

Those simple text messages with 11:11pm " make a wish" mean nothing now.
but they ment something to her...

Days left

How many days left?

how many served, till you come home to me with open arms.

How many hours till my heart

opens to you?

Hours till our lips can meet once again

or feel the tears of

rejection if you never appear.

The Dear John, letter

burns a whole in my mail box,

with the words

"I love you but we can never be"

But your heart still belongs to me.

Remember?

Remember those August nights?

Where our love came to be

and our hearts formed as one.

As if we were one person

alone in the universe.

My world is empty without you here..

Now that you're gone

I wish i had a chance to tell you goodbye before they laid you to rest.

But my heart still flies with you like a dove on the wind

Sometimes beautiful things die.