our body rythem matches

two days ago
i woke up and my tye dye colored eyes were dropping clear tears
and not because of being in fear
just that i wasn't going to be near you my dear
as time ticks by
i listen to your beautiful voice, magnetic melodies, and sexy screams
that make my eyes stop leaking
eyes are awake i start day dreaming in my head and the mental visions are about you
your life
it happens all the time
i saw you tuesday 9 at night and i pet your dog looked just like yours but with a different name so he (the one holding the leash) said at 5 that night
i loved your performance and what you said
once you were on stage i felt like it was only me and you
you looked so good strumming your fender
our body matches and moves at the same time
makes me wonder if the feelings are the same

Waiting for the matching key

As soon as the heart gets up and races the butterflies flutter not too far away from home
The fire starts doesn't get put out so easily when the man wearing a gray hoodie swifts in
through the bullet proof glass retangle
Being sneaky but eventually gets caught
That man made my heart jump rope and skip out my left tit
While my lighter lit flame is very high
Captures the healed heart so it can sit peacefully in this locket
around my neck and wait for the
Puckered lips of bliss with the matching key

My Mirror isn't Made of Glass

In front of my eyes way ahead is  you standing in a parking lot, full of cars and buses with their wheels on top of the cracked pavement. Wearing a t-shirt
that's covered starting at the shoulders ends at Clandestine tattoo engraved in between your hips
wearing a knitted hat covering his mullet full of thick hair that's under the crown of his ship.
Inside my body I can feel a match striking a flame making one of my dreams about me and you comming true,
How could a dream like this be so true?
especailly since it's hard to get physical contact with you
As soon as we look into each others eyes
I had seen a mirror of myself we're both uneven on one side
my left your right
always making the same moves at the same time
our scatterbrained minds are even on the same page
Soon as the flame wraps around the heart they both move at the same pace
starts racing through the obstacle course with the butterflies
Both fluttering out my mouth
combined with the genuine words I say
you inspired me in may ways
Puting a smile on your handsome face
The flame within is intense
listening my healed heart determined to
Capturing my healed heart so it can sit peacefully in this locket
around my neck and wait for you because your my soul mate,
that will arrive again unexpectedly as time goes by starts off with your puckered lips of bliss against mine
and hands that hold the matching key
which will be you the living mirror of me

Moonstruck

i don't know what it's like to be you, when i'm toddling along cracked cement that is on the side of this busy boulevard
where your so called safe. while walking in your shoes known to be two of a kind especially on this summer Saturday afternoon.
as the sun starts to set just as the roller coaster adventure begins in five, four, three, two, one, don't forget to buckle up.
blast off, in the pair of shoes that i possess shuffling in between two horizontal rows of chairs with a midnight black heavy duty tarp covering both of them half way. leading me behind two rows of tour buses, security guards are everywhere while i'm a ninja once i stepped foot in the parking lot of this arena called The Forum full of creative musicians some being intense breath takers.
i quickly make a sharp left turn into the middle of the tour buses walking with confidence, knowing which creative music artist that will take my breath away with it being intense I stop and question is that Pete? Pete Wentz from Wilmette, Illinois. i close my deep ocean blue sea green eyes lids covered with black and tickle me pink eyeliner, opens them both. walks forward and with in a flash one of my beautiful dreams turned into reality. looking into Pete Wentz's honey brown eyes that shine like gold both shaped as diamonds , so engaging revealing that he inspired me to write poems. were both looking into each others eyes, speechless, smiling, and communicating. making it the best night of my life, moonstruck by the end of the night. being at the right place and right time for the first time living eighteen years of life.

You've always been inside my head even when i was just about dead

As soon as the heart gets up and races the butterflies flutter not too far away from home
The fire starts doesn't get put out so easily when the man wearing a gray hooded sweater swifts in
through the bullet proof glass rectangle
Being sneaky but eventually gets caught
That man made my heart jump rope and skip out my left tit
While my lighter lit flame is very high
Captures the healed heart so it can sit peacefully in this locket
around my neck and wait for the
Puckered lips of bliss with the matching key