You make me want to say things I shouldn't

Here and there

along patches of what once was,

what could be,

and what now is.

As the room grows a bit darker

and souls weary

self preservation comes to mind

Forgive him

for he knows not his story

nor shall we

My trees are dusty with her love

Make sure to enjoy life's delicious moments

Possibilities of self interest

compromising composure 

poor and slutty

desperately lovely

assembling

they collect to common culture

one thing is for sure 

she breeds happiness and positivity

there is no other

with such capabilities

I love it

taking calculated risks 

and anticipating danger