Screeching tires, a near miss. A horn blaring sharply into the night. I close my eyes. Here comes the flashbacks.

We were losing track of the days and nights, counting fireflies and waiting for the sun to come around. I was so addicted to you. I remember the exquisite fatigue as I fought off sleep for another hit-another line of conversation. We drove down freeways and winding roads in a sleepless stupor, the stereo blasting love songs that were a cheap imitation of what we felt. Sometimes I wished take us over the edge, and we would be forever you would young and crazy in love. Go slow around those curves. I only want you safe now. It doesn't matter if we're together or apart. I love you so much. I'll love you, right until the end.

To know him, if you want to know his heart, pay close attention to what angers him. If you want to know his mind, listen for the words that linger in his silence. If you want to know his soul, look at where his are when you catch him smiling eyes.

I loved him, i loved how his eyes danced merrily, and the gentle way he spoke; the way he filled aimless days, my with bitterness and hope.

I loved him as i fell to sleep, and each morning as i woke, i loved him with all my wayward heart until the day it broke.

One day I looked at you, and it suddenly occurred to me how beautiful your smile was. I heard music in your laughter; I saw poetry in your words. You asked me why I had that look on my face, as though a shadow had fallen across its sun-drenched landscape, heavy with premonition, dark with revelation. The second I tried to tell myself I wasn't in love was the moment I realised I was.

He is the thought behind the feeling, the swelling in my chest; the starlight in the evening, the yearning when I undress.

He is the sound behind the sighing, the song of every bird; the tears in all my crying the ache in every word.

For Him.
I love you you, have I do my word. You have all my words 💐

In Paris With My Love.

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two. I'm one of your talking wounded. I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded. But I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled And resentful at the mess I've been through. I admit I'm on the rebound And I don't care where are we bound. I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame, If we skip the Champs Elysées And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room Doing this and that To what and whom Learning who you are, Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris, The little bit of Paris in our view. There's that crack across the ceiling And the hotel walls are peeling And I'm in Paris with you.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris. I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do. I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth, I'm in Paris with... all points south. Am I embarrassing you? I'm in Paris with you.

Lullabies

I barely know you, he says, voice heavy with sleep. I don't know your favorite color or how you like your coffee. What keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep. I don't know a thing about the first boy my loved, why you stopped loving he or why you still do.

I don't know how many millions of cells you are made of and if they have any idea they are part of something so beautiful and unimaginably perfect.

I may not have a clue about any of these things, but this she places her hand on his chest this I know.

I remember when I met you, the hands of time stood still-you and your camera smile a flash of something real.

We talked until the evening,

the moon came out for awhile; the clock resumed its ticking and my heart was on the dial.

The morning came to claim you, and as far as i can tell I will never know another, who knew me quite so well.