On reserve

My soul was like a lost book before
You.
Sitting forlornly on the waiting to be shelved shelf,
Tucked behind other books,
Misplaced in a cranny,
Till you put it on the right shelf- in your
Heart. In your
Soul.

On Permanent Reserve.

Deep thought for the day

My girlfriend and I have one heart and eight limbs. Kind of like a spider.

A love spider.

A poem for my lovah

My soul feels empty without you,
Like a sad room with no cats.

It's a short poem.

Yesterday

I was separated from you for over an hour, and I felt that my heart was breaking. How will I go on?