"Favorite"..

Once a favorite..giving my heart only to run off with it and split.. Mature enough to admit I still care just a bit..to the common nights we made love when the candles were lit..never once thought.. from the carter's parking lot..ill be in this situation for love was never my motivation..To only now find myself seeking pass these upcoming temptations..

Pinot Grigio

With the moonlight standing still
The wine glass half filled
I let my thoughts go
At there own will...
As every sip out the glass
Takes me closer to the past.. For the moment..
Cause feelings never last..
As I heard..
"You could find your happiness at the bottom of the bottle"
So pour another.. & when they ask questions. Ignore em don't bother..
Given em the cold shoulder..
& watch as everything is just a blur..

"Happy Belated"

Wine glasses & Candle Light's
Table for two, but its only me here
Alone, at this time of year
As the bottle stands low, shot's
Out of frustration.. Matching my ego
As the dinner light's burn slow..
Breathing in the moment,
For all we know
Most promises made today
Are broken off tomorrow...
So all I can do is Look back at the past once dated..To Now..
Left with the words reading
"Happy Belated"

"Ever Told"

All I have is this keypad..contemplating of the times we've had..as I wait patiently for our hearts to cross..gazing back to the seasons..for the falling times we've lost..clashing with these emotions.. to keep a heart of cold..jack frost..but I take the time remembering you as old..knowing my greatest fear is seeing you becoming another mans centerfold.. But Through the center of A missing piece i acknowledge your treasure box still holds gold..so I key that with me and embrace those last words you
"Ever Told"...

Time..

Hopes at a high
As the smoke sets to follow
Past mistakes, having yet to let go..
With wishing words
That are tough to swallow..
As Time.. slows
Reminiscing⁠ lost photos
Bringing only smiles.. But those
Were years ago..
& now she says she has to go..
Little did we know our goodbyes
only last but tomorrow..
With Bad Timing.. Comes Sad Timing
As "Good old Times"
Are just "Good Times that are old"..
With those last words
"Ever Told"
"Hello".. Do you have Time?
"Do I"? With no reply..
For lost Time is only wasted Time..
Gone missing..
& Now it only seems
All I ask is Time.. For it to Just listen
For our Time is still flying..
As this smile today
Tomorrow will be dying..
Yea the Beauty..
The pain is only temporary....