To Savannah the love I know.

Well i promised u a sonnet
a master peace at least.
But the absence of your presence has my lyrics driven weak.
So let me reminisce of our last or latest kiss.
Or simply being in your midst, a sutle kinda bliss


Its the simple things in life like a straw for a drink
or the way a women moves and it can cause you not to think.
im simply left with an expression.
as i lean to kiss her cheek.
Her blue eyes gaze as the waitress fills my drink.
all the ppl talk but i cant even blink.


You could ask how long Ive known her, and you could try and count the weeks.
But im sure weave met before.
past life on mountain peeks.



The year is not for sure.
On the account that theirs no tells,
high above the mountain the farthest place from hell.
Both of us stand shirtless
Her pant bottoms were in bells. Mine were leather
yet torn frigged, and frail.
the cuts on my legs indicate that i had fell, but the second i see you it all seems just like O well.
and as i reached for her face, the wind caught like a sail,
and right then her radiance made the world seem pail.


but the world is no ill so the sun lit up,
again her beauty was challenged but no by much.