Tight like
the wind and rain,
confectionery hearts
and candy canes,
we were...

Christmas mornings i woke u,
ran down countless stairs,
to find my materialistic dreams under a tree of pine.
I cherished each moment
like how you could cure my superficial wounds,
with your antiseptic kisses,
how u could feel my pain
with your heart,
and touch my thoughts
with you bedtime songs.

Could God have placed you under my tree yesterday?

NOW
i await on the shores,
like a pup
waiting,
at his masters'
tombstone,

to see her curled black hair,
black pearls
nestled in her chest,
bioluminescent smile,
cross pierced heart
on her calf,
as you lie 20,000 leagues below...

Just remember,

Even Bruce banner
cant always be the hulk,
even though u say
i am strong,
sometimes i would rather,
be you little man,
making your mansion of sand,
sitting on the shore.
Waiting
till your ship returns.