You are tantalizing from afar, daring me to plant a kiss, and scar that innocence that you somehow, still carry around. You are a muse, and what a wonderful muse, to fill my lonely imagination with unkempt tales of new adventures. You amuse, and you bemuse with equal ease. To my eyes, that crave their love, you seem perfect, a savior. The stars line up, and the world makes complete sense and absolutely no sense at the same time.

The morning brings solace, and reality with it. You are a muse, and that is all- a muse to amuse and bemuse. You are half truth, half imagination. You are amazing, and filled with a love that is not mine to claim. You will figure this out, and then I will be without friend or muse, once again.

Sunset

Good morning to you, Valentine

Did you count your stars, like I did mine?

We started with excitement, flowers and wine

with a “Good morning to you, Valentine.”

The day is past, the sun is set

The morning light went by so quick

the afternoon was quiet and dull

And I wept with my head on your shoulder.

Who knew the dark would be this cold,

That distances would be this bold?

The night has come, to test our might

Good night to you, my Valentine.

Strawberry Necklace

Swallow that pride, darling
and stiff upper lip.
We all gotta learn, baby
this day or the next.
So tie up that pretty hair
and wear your stockings today
coz vanity will get you nowhere
when you gotta beg your heart away.