You are so "Phy-ne"

You are so phy-ne,
it's beyond completion
more in the realm of perfection.
Your beauty; mind, body and soul-
has a predilection,
towards the attraction-Of,
things of a positive nature
I like how you are cultured;
like your walk, talk and actions.
Your life's direction,
a sophisticated culture.
Desire for the finest
yet unselfish and simplistic.
Through your eyes,
my thoughts are in perfect realism,
a kaleidoscope framed in euphoria,
great hedonia,
I'm dissociated from the realistic,
lost in a world gated by your lipstick.
Im a biscuit
or better still a dipstick,
dying to be dipped in the-
endless flavours of your innumerable colours,
wild cherry odours
watch me race though those doors,
leave them ajar
we drive free and far
Just you and I.
'Cos I like who we are
sunk in love with the thoughts-
of what we can become;
like an item; better, best and beyond it-
Imagine what we'd create
laying within a four poster
Lawd such fine fruits from such beautiful roots-you,
Precisely.
Looks are a complimentary shade,
I like that you care about it
But are not all about it
Love that you walk tall with shoulders high
Not a single sigh
Not an element of pride.
Yeah, I'm Missing that smile
That fuels my daily miles

Nostalgia

Tasting the sweetness of your words resound
I forget myself in your world
But you already disappeared
And left a dying diabetic
In my mind, I look in your eyes
Blinded by the pain of unanswered whys’

How bitter the sting
To know to hear the song you sing
You gave my very own
To be left with none
After several voices that warned
Of course the voices were ill formed
Since it was norm we only listened
When our voices echoed in cacophony.

Okay let’s watch from outside and critique
I can certainly see how planning with me;
Was cold, long and bleak
But would you admit;
Our foundations were weak.
Oh the smiles on our faces
when I see it's pretty orange face tick
We lost sight of what mattered
And sunk into a show of individuality
A party of idiosyncrasies
What happened to the sum that equalled us?

I’ll tell the truth and admit
I feel as though an island sat alone
And before driving me loony
Projected from my thoughts 
The memories of the beauty in seeing you smile
It’s rejected by my mind
Deprived of its vitality;
That-which came from you,
I realised, it isn’t missed
By the skin; it chose to scorch.

While I wonder if you know
Though it appears so you chose
One thing I had failed to realise
I guess my biggest regret
Is seemingly how the ugly
Is beauty at its simplest.
Beetroot red
Sorry for all the wrong that was said
While I keep memories of us alive
I wouldn’t be lying
Keeping missing you suppressed.

"...things end, memories barely ever...
And sometimes you miss the memories more..."

I told my story

I am free
like the song bird on a tree.
Today i told my story
to a wall with three listening ears,
I said the days were bitter
they said you walked out your fears
out the terrors of the night
away from the memoires of horror-,
I am free.
Free like the winds of forgiveness
but im sinking in the inability to forget.
You handed me life drops in a cup
and forced them through my tiny hiccups
you patronise me with kind words and gifts
sadden me with words of your reflection
and then you do it all over again
till you derive a joyful expression.
but I am free.-
Free like the edge of a river
dying to spill into the endless sea
I died long ago, in one named emotion,
revived today, still sitting in a pool-of 'hemotions'.
Hate flowing in my vein
as i hoped and pray you'd feel such pain
but didn't I forgive you already
but i forget, because of the horror
I see in the mirror
each day i awake -
from a night time of terror.
But I am free
free from my blood, pooling with hate
hoping to see your brian deflate
watch you bleed
through all the orifice my eyes could find
but of what good are you
if to life you were blind?
after all I turned out pretty well for myself
not a  single imbalance
I am free
from the years of hate, self hate
and wondering how life would equate
if your undignifying act abates,
but i want you and your cowardly likes to see;
I told my story
to a wall with three listening ears
and Im free and you're forgiven,
may the Lord help me forget.