Long Time

All of these soft, warm nights 

going to waste...

when I ought to be 

lying in your arms

under the moon- the dearest arms in all the world.

darling arms I love so to feel

around me.

How much longer before

they'll be here to stay?

when I do get home again,

you'll certainly have a most 

awful time

ever moving me

one inch from you

♥

Sometimes when you are trying

not to think about something

it keeps popping back

into your head

and you can't help it.

You think about it

and think about it

and think about it

until your brain feels

like a 

squashed pea.

Then she quickly shifted

her eyes to a distant spot,

as though she were

looking far ahead,

looking but not

seeing anything.

Name all the people you're

always thinking about...

People are poetry.

♥

All of it together makes 

you look up into the sky 

and believe in 

everything

you ever wanted to 

believe in.

Do not let a moment go by

that doesn't remind you that your

heart beats

100,000 times a day 

and that there are enough gallons 

of blood to make you an ocean.

Do not settle 

for letting these waves settle

and the dust collect

in your veins.

♥