My love, come back for me
love;
My darling captain….
Of my heart.
None can compete.
And baby,
My baby….
I love you.
I love you.
Come back to me…
I love you baby,
I do
I do
‘Cause in the end you’re all I’ve been craving for and the only one I’ve ever truly loved.
Merry Christmas sweetheart….
“Hey Joshy!”
It was the middle of Autumn in California. My father and I took Joshua from the outer islands down to the mainland. I was five he was seven.
“If we ever join the military do you think we’ll ever come back?”
“Megs, of course we will. That’s what makes us who we are. Soldiers.”
“Do ya think we’ll ever get married?”
“Nah!” he said.
I threw leaves at him. He threw the leaves back.
The thing about this story was a few years later we grew apart to our late twenties.
We didn’t talk.
I was in college and they had me and him going in the military at the time.
The last thing I remembered was him crawling out of the hole with me and his left arm blew up out of the mine fields.
He had been a lefty for the longest time and he loved to write.
The last thing I heard remembering was that he told me was to shoot him.
I kept my promise.
We promised each other if we didn’t come out right, we’d shoot each other.
Baby, I love you.
And it’s over.
And I know you’re up there gettin’ judged going to heaven and smiling down at the crew an’ me.
I died because of brain damage minutes later. It was collateral damage on the field.
And that’s how we died.
We were back home.
Just the two of us with my daddy watching us jokingly playing in the leaves.
Merry Christmas baby,
I love you and I do…..
I’ll love you forever and I will always love you…..
No matter how pissed off you make me.
I will be making love to you.
I will be holding you for the rest of my days until forever.
It’ll always be you I am dreaming of….
It’ll always be you catching me when I fall.
And when there are roads that lead to nowhere, you will be my path of light in my life that lights up the whole world.
The light that lets me know you love me; the light that lets me know you still care for me always.
merry christmas love….
My Winter in Springtime.
Lover o’ mine….
Warming my heart and lighting my soul; and uplifting me in the dead of night.
Keep grabbing me.
Keep wanting me as though you are my lover.
For your mouth of water with your honeyed lips I can’t stop kissing.
Knowing that forever fears death, I will make time for you.
Your innocence knows no boundaries. You are my rabbit on the run.
A small bunny who just happened to cradle a lioness.
You’d never hurt me.
You know me.
You’d want me.
You’re strange.
But you’d want me.
I’d never hurt you.
I’ve known you.
I’d want you.
I’m strange.
But I’d want you.
Tell me you’d love me.
You, who would leave me unsatisfied.
Tell me you’d never leave me. That you’ll love me in both health and sickness.
Tell me do you?
I know you do, but do tell me you do love me this time; maybe next time….
Tell me you love me.
Make sure we never part….
Tell me you need me more than you think of other women.
My world in shambles; you think of me as a snob who will never hurt.
It’s funny how you’d think of me.
But I who have loved you will recover for you; will more as much rather bleed for you.
For I will love you forever.
This morose world where one cannot love as I and you will be without.
There is death to fear and that is my greatest passion. The fear of the unknown and the fear of leaving you.
It is this passion that arouses my instinct and strikes my heart to live.
Will you always be so passionate to me then? And would you really love me then as I; the same?
For things that aren’t odd have a love for things that are.
And to me you are very.
And I am very fond of you.
You do think of me that way.
You really do want me.
Just as much as I want you.
And you do keep me in your heart locked up in very tall mazes with your garden walls too high.
No love; no matter; we shouldn’t have to worry.
Strange boy.
In a little while I would still be thinking about you and every little detail that encompasses you.
I can imagine you and you would be my escape into a matrix of numbers.
The new found colors that I can’t paint but only dream of.
And there you would be.
From that warm smile with your almond shaped eyes.
Yes love, you will be in my future.
Only to love me.
For you my only love,
are
my
fate.
Someone once told me that daisies can’t last forever.
I asked him if they can last on a broken heart and he said yes; that they can.
This boy started picking daisies for me when I was a young girl.
I barely got flowers from anybody and I had never asked for much.
My fingers were cut and I was a brown skinned girl.
The young man smiled at me and gave me a daisy.
One lady asked me why I had been rejected.
I told her that, sometimes is never enough.
Many years later he came back with a huge white daisy.
I didn’t recognize the young man as a boy.
He was filthy rich and I a honky-tonk yankee.
He was annoying.
He took every man away from me because he thought he was protecting me.
He broke my heart once.
I told him after I saw him kissing another girl how I felt and after fixing his car I was rejected.
Well, this was the second time.
He took away someone I had loved dearly.
Tell me when they stop making you smile.
He said holding one out.
Little did she know, he was already married, and the boy who gave her daisies couldn’t last forever.