I told you the apple was poison.
You just laughed.
I guess you should learn to listen darling.

You can put all my words together
And they will spell out nothing more
Than the fact I can’t stop believing
There is something more in all of us.

Time turns what we want away.
And with it brings new things.
So what that I started enjoying coffee?

We'll reach new octaves

And make new stars.

The expanse that reaches

Between us is nothing

We can't whisper across.

I know all 

The faces we would make

Stuck in a photo booth

Together.

Madame de Notre Terre

Here are your processed and manufactured lives,
Filled with the decadent and dishonest.
Here are your tired
Here are your poor
Here are your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free.
The homeless, the tempest-tossed,
Here they lie, at your feet!
Take them Mother,
And form them better in your hands
for each is tarnished o’er
with the sick green cost of you.
Autonomy, take them back,
For too long olden times have been glorified.
Wash them in the sea, Lady, and your hands.
May they then rise faultless and new.

Scribbled in my margins
Are the words of what
I meant to say.
Each line blurred,
As the pages
Have all rubbed together.

When I fell in love with you
I realized I couldn’t describe you anymore.
It’s like you had gone beyond all summaries.

It is a different time
And memory I hold.
It was solid time,
Sure and gold.
Set apart, I have lived
Better moments now,
And wouldn’t step back
If time allowed,
But it was a different
Place and time.