Perfect (Cover)

When I’m all alone and the world is asleep,
I wish for that someone who’s dreaming of me.
I need a man to sweep me off my feet
and dry my tears with just a kiss on my cheek.

I thought I knew what love was
but had it all backwards.
I miss the one who was right in my life.
Now that I’m on my own
your side is growing cold.
If only you were here tonight.

Grasping for the stars and not between your arms.
Lying here in the dark, afraid to go to sleep.
I can feel you touch my hair but I know you’re not here
to kiss me. Baby, I’m sorry. You were perfect to me.

Days of December

Days of December
my least favorite—the sixth
Child of Winter
another year older
Your birthday wish is on my Christmas list
Forgiveness

Passionate love-making
on that icy dawn
Our bodies sweating,
moaning and aching
you and me on a sheet of melted ecstasy
Gone

Days of December
remind me of you
Warmth I can’t remember
unable to thaw the memories of having her
My frost-bitten lips still whisper,
Happy Birthday…from someone you knew

Her Vows

I’m a bit nervous writing this today,
confessing the words I know I can’t say.
So, if you don’t mind
I’d like to take the time
to say what isn’t mine.

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

I wish I can tell you, “You look great in white.”
and how much it hurts me with her at your side.
Her hand on your ring
I whisper silently
the words that came from me…

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

When it’s all over, I’d like the chance
to have and to hold you in one last dance.
Swaying in starlight,
you lean in and I can see it in your eyes
telling me, “I’ve always loved the way you write.”

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.





Forbidden Fruit

There,
within reach,
hangs an immature heart.
It’s sweetness so tempting
and having traveled far for its knowledge.
Loneliness will be a memory now.
Twisting and pulling,
the fruit comes undone at your hand.
Savor the taste of an unrequited love,
not of your garden
but of another.