Snow Patrol in my Head

"I find the map and draw a straight line."
Do you know how much
I love you?
I'm singing all these songs,
They all makes senses,
"If there is a rocket,
Tie me to it."
But honestly,
Please,
If I make a mistake,
Let me know.
Please.
"All this feels strange,
And untrue.
And I won't waste a minute
Without you."

Christmas

I'm settling into bed,
After a long day.
But the lights shining
In family eyes
As the gifts I pondered over
For so long
Bring them happiness
Or fill a need
Give me joy.
I am most content,
With my new fluffy blanket
Most content to remember
Why.
Because once upon a time,
Many, many years ago
A Child was born.

Communication

Words,
Words,
Nothing but words.
I'm drowning in them.
And...
Shyness.
I'm new to this
Dating
Thing.
So,
I don't know what step
Comes next.

I can,
However,
With this poem,
Give you a hint.

When I suggest we get together,
And then you ask me
What did I have in mind,
And I respond:
"I don't know,"
Usually,
I have several ideas in my head.
But I want to see what you
Come up with.
I want to see what you'd like to do.
I want you to lead,
I want you to take intiative.
Give me the reins and
I'll run with them.
But I don't want to lead.

Surprise me
With something that you'd like to do
And I'm pretty sure
That I'll love it too.

Words,
Words,
Nothing but words.
Can I get some action?
This communication breakdown
Is scaring me.

Time Gone

Time is up.
I'm scribbling this poem
Desperately before I must sleep.
Time is gone.
No more talking.
Good night,
My love,
Good night.
Perhaps I shall see you tomorrow.
But,
I think I shall
Stick a spoon under my pillow tonight.
I love you.

Time is up.

Hot Chocolate

Hot and
Delicious,
It warms the body,
The fingers mostly,
And is quite handy
To drop marshmellows in
And watch them melt away,
Making the drink
So much sweeter.

And you,
Cher,
Your love
Is hot chocolate
To my soul,
To my heart.

Burger King Bag in the Snow

It's cold outside,
As snow falls
And the wind constantly rearranges it.

There's Burger King brown paper sack,
Caught in the wind.
The wind picks it up and tosses it around,
As if it is trying
To get rid of it.

Burger King bag,
You mar the beauty of winter.
With your crinkledness,
Those corners that reach down
And scratch
At the smooth pillow of snow.
You fly in the face of Nature's order,
Nature's choreography for today.
The deadened leaves in the air
Dance beside you begrudingly.

But Nature will always come out on top.
God gave her that power.
And so you,
Burger King bag,
Are blown into a corner,
A niche where the winds cannot pick you up.
You cannot escape.

The snow falls down,
Slowly erasing
Your every trace.

Do Fairy Tales Come True?

Do fairy tales come true?
Is it possible to wake up
One morning
To find everything you wanted
Right within your grasp?
So close
To that happy ending.
So close
And still so far.