At least I left you some reading material.

(Update: Comments on the poems are welcome and much appreciated.)
Many of the poems I write are often out of affection or anger, this one I am about to create is no different.

Lest there be a flower,
one that couldn't be picked.
To give my life, never.
But tell me this my lovesick.
Your hands will have none to clasp,
and your nights will be too long to last
And when you have no sight,
my eyes will be your light.
My legs for yours to walk,
my voice so you can talk.
So why give my life for a flower,
when it's already yours forever.

That was sappy. I think I should try to balance this off with one a bit more harsh. Alright, here I go again before I go on blogging.

I'll be your last breath.
My hands barred across your neck.
The faster you stop.
The sooner I pull out.
Only if I could see your face,
that'll never be covered in lace.
Only if there was a trace.

Oh, a poem about...rape. I told you I could balance it out! I'm not completely a lover. I have some fight in me! Where am I going with this...I dunno.

Okay, today, whew....lets get on with it why don't we.
Only if I could tell you about anything that happened today.

Nothing really did.
Other then I'm giddy as hell right now, I was hoping you use this mood to my advantage today. That got a lil' shot down.

There's always next time.
Hey, but at least I left you two poems.