Above You. <3 I built up this frail skeleton To keep my foolish heart From floating away. But your black hole beauty Began to pull me in. My heart began to expand, As it ate up more and more of my dreams My ribs began breaking, and soon My heart began To push at my chest Slowly stretching the skin. Until one day My skin began to tear. I frantically began To stitch it up, But it was too late. My chest burst open And my heart flew Out, crazed with It's new found passion. I saw it rush away Through the city Lit by the beams of moonlight. Until it found you. Now it floats above your head Waiting for the moment You would notice it, reach up and Tie it tight onto your Sleeve. エレノア

•*Wet Christmas Snow *• I feel wet snow on my cold, dry skin As the darkness falls to settle in. The star shines bright to lead my way Through tall, snow covered trees which bend and sway. I know not where I came from or where I will go, while strange noises crunch the new fallen snow. I have no fears of this strange, dark place where sounds surround me without a face. The night goes on peacefully dark and slow, with all beauty shining as a glistening glow. while the icy wind blows Window panes covered in sparkling frost, reminds me of a beautiful thing I have lost. My heart tells me in hours this day will be past, when the nighttime comes to me slowly at last. I am back in the wet christmas snow so pristine and clean. Sadness shows me what I've found this was only a dream. エレノア

You Are My World You're the thought that starts each morning, the conclusion to each day. I envision you in all that I do, and everything I say. You're the smile on my face, the sparkle in my eye. the warmth inside my heart, the fullness in my #life. You're the dimple on my cheek, the constant tingle in my soul. the voice that makes me weak, You're the one who shields the cold. The only hand that's laced to mine, the coat upon my back. #love #poem

Autumn Now see the beautiful sunset ore the ocean blue Fiery colors due abound of #poems there are a few I wish that I could write one, about that perfect hue. Orchards stretch for miles, they never seem to stop There nectar baring fruit is one that’s hard to top A fruit that justifies a sonnet, but might as well be rock. Now autumn leaves begin there fall, Huge piles each a mountain tall. エレノア

When my hand is wrinkled so, it's you that I will still want you know. As my hair turns silver and gray remember me as I was yesterday. My long red hair blowing in the breeze, we loved each other with ease. Now in the park your hand I hold, you keep me warm as it turns cold. エレノア