((((Blooming Parentheses))))

Please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of very early-blooming parentheses: (((()))). -J.D. Salinger

“Yeah, but I’m the lucky one.”

Every kiss with you is the perfect kiss.
Your hand on the back of my head when your lips touch mine. 
Perfection.

Silver Springs

You could be my silver springs
Blue green colors flashin’
I would be your only dream
Your shining autumn, ocean crashing
And did you say she was pretty
And did you say that she loves you
Baby, I don’t wanna know

Time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me
I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me


You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

You could be my silver springs
My blue green colors flashin’

“The words will set you free.
Being vulnerable is fucking scary.”

Words on my tongue.
Skin seeping love.
Hearts beat in time.
Eyes growing lines.
Hands to hold and eyes that meet.
Places to be and dirt on my feet.

“Make me a poet.
No-Make me a poem.”

Love is not perfect.
Love questions and contemplates.
We choose to love in spite of the challenges and imperfections.

Love is not a promise.
Love is a beautiful opportunity to share a moment.
We fall in love every day until we don’t.

Maybe sometimes we fall in love forever.
Every day; forever.