You

As I lay here in bed I'm thinking of all the wonderful things.
I'm thinking about the love and laughter,
The affection and conversations,
All of the glances and stolen kisses.
The warmth of your touch,
The smile you share everytime our eyes meet.
The promise of tomorrow and everyday there after.
As I lay here in bed I'm thinking of how I have no worries
The pure contentment felt that is undeniably exquisite
All the time spent together is not time wasted
It is time spent by lovers, two friends yearning for endless days and endless nights
As I lay here in bed I'm thinking of all the wonderful things
The wonderful spirit that is you.

Painted Walls

You painted the walls with such beauty and care
Everyone would stop and stare in awe.
It's the kind of beauty that makes you want to step closer and take a finer look-
Then something strange happens.
What happened-
You see the imperfections and admire the painted walls
You notice something else-
The imperfections from before are darker, seeping through the mirage before you.
You start to scrap the layers
What you find is almost menacing.
It's an image of bitterness, cruelty and spite.
Oh, how you painted the walls with such beauty and care
Making one mistake,
You needed another coat to cover what you wanted buried inside.