Old Journals

I have so many journals of things I've written.  It is kind of absurd how many I have.  I have plans to go through all of them and see what I can gather from them.  For now here's a poem I wrote back in July of 2011.  Thanks for reading.

Passion Dances on Your Tongue

You scared me that one time

I think you remember when

You had me that one time

I don't really understand

It's a viscous cycle we're facing

Better check for vital signs

I see we're fading

I see we're fading

Kissed on a summer night

The air was getting thin

Planned on doing things right

Couldn't seem to begin

Climbed to the mountaintops

Risked my life in a thunderstorm

I feel we're wasting

I feel we're wasting

Planned on moving up

Couldn't figure what you want

The final show will be done

And we'll see a setting sun

Don't forget your  loving song

Remember to live in everyone

You leave behind

You leave behind

Her life fell to hearts desire

Passion dancing on her tongue

Now you see he's right in front of you

Remember, when you see him

Here comes another setting love

Left unnamed forever gone

I see an open mind

I see an open mind