Seattlechick

As I put my thoughts into your warm mug, I intake your taste, and your scent. You take in my soul, and release your drug that cures my mind. Somehow, you give wise advice, Still I wonder if it comes from deep inside of my soul. Do you simply help to bring it out? You refresh my mind, My body, My thoughts. You never seem to let me down, Never judge me, Regardless of how deeply you wander into my imagination; No matter what you seem to find. Your presence comforts me. Your taste seems to linger inside of my mouth long after you have gone. Your scent pleases me. You act as an old friend, There to listen, To comfort, And to

His eyes are as the leaves in autumn, Still quite alive on the inside, but seemed to have died a bit on the edges, Creating a gorgeously indescribable ring of color around them; Making him seem more perfected than he already seems to be. His writing is so beautiful, Yet so simple in the strangest ways. His flaws are perfected with wise comebacks, and a witty, Yet curious mind. His smile inspires me to do things, I never dreamed of doing. His laugh reminds me of a perfect, rainy day in the woods; It's refreshing, Yet it makes you think of everything; But mainly, Love. Not to mention the way that he looks at me, It makes me wand

It's falling apart. I'm falling apart. Our love is falling slowly, deathly slow. My heart is breaking, Excruciating pain that I feel somewhere deep inside of my soul. We are distancing, As if it was needed, But it is not needed, The only thing that is, would be the need to stay together. I see him walking alone and parts of my heart fall to the ground, Shattering slowly, And as the world around me freezes, So does my heart when he gazes upon me. My heart begins to beat at an increasing rate, As those depressed eyes see me, I feel him look away. It's as though he can see the ugly scars that lie inside of my chest, Lying painfu