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Little thoughts…

So I had a little thought and turned it into words…

Random thoughts…

There are times

My thoughts get the better of me,

Times I think I should

Set you free,

But then we’d lose

Both me and you,

This love is worth it

The hard times to,

In loving you I’ve

Come to see,

There’s a well

Inside of me,

One that loves you

Endlessly,

My missing piece

Searched my whole life through,

I always felt empty

Until I found you…

Fallen…

Alone she sits

with wings of snow white,

Weeping soft tears

as day turns to night,

Tragic little angel

fallen from grace,

For you loved to much

to leave this place,

Love and doubt and love

My heart is in pieces

all tattered and torn,

Scars I have many

these walls they adorn,

I see you

like a shining light,

A beacon of hope

in my dark of night,

Dreams they engulf me

bring me shattering down,

Doubt like a tidal wave

making me drown,

But love pure love

so solid and true,

Brings me again

to rise before you….

.x.

~….The gift….~

Imagine your hopes and desires

take them and times them by ten,

Take all your dreams for the future

to the past and then present again,

Add sweet dash of magic

stir it with truest loves kiss,

A pinch of the softest caress

the moment of eternal bliss,

Pour it in a heart of glass

the fragility and hope of new,

And if you can imagine it all

then you’ll know how I feel about you….

.x.

Outside Inside

Don’t look through my armor

you won’t like what you see,

Don’t look through my armor

at the darkness that’s me,

I’m barren and tormented

don’t open that door,

Its a hurricane a whirlwind

throws most to the floor,

Jagged pieces that cut

shattered like glass,

Move on keep on walking

this door you should pass,

For if you opened this door

you should bare,

A torrential hurricane

that seems to not care,

Battle hardened

made a warrior from life,

That has thrown up enough heartache

danced on opinions knife,

On the other side

resides a quiet glen,

One given to nature

not seen by men,

And there upon 

the softest grass,

As the sun shines down

Shadows like

stained glass,

Lies a flower

jaded but pure,

Crushed a little

but stronger than before,

Beware of this flower

as it comes with these words….

….I am but a flower, so delicate and soft, a mixture of blood and tears, transparent when held aloft, life it gives you 2 choices, you can be harsh winter or soft sun, crush this little flower closed, or allow it to gently come undone….


.x.

~….Voice….~

That smile oh that smile I

hear it in your voice,

Kaleidoscopic colors from your mouth

made by choice,

And I fall a little deeper

a little deeper than before,

Drugged a little deeper 

needing a little more….

~….24 hours….~

Its 10pm and I’m so tired I

 need sleep,

My mind moves faster

my thoughts you keep,

Its 11pm 

and I’m missing you,

My Sweet my heart

you have so true,

Its 12am and at the ceiling I

stare,

I so want to message you

just to know your there,

Its 1am 

and my mind whirls on,

I know I’d never cope

if you were gone,

Its 2am 

and anxiety kicks in,

Tell me my Sweet

in which way do you sin,

Its 3am 

your better than me,

This silence is hurting

it won’t let me be,

Its 4am

wish you were here,

Damn all I want 

is just to have you near,

Its 5am getting light

outside,

From all these thoughts?

there’s nowhere to hide,

Its 6 am your going

to bad,

Try not to cry

to much I’ve said,

Its 7am 

my day must start,

You reside 

so deep in my heart,

Its 8am 

here its all go,

My Sweetness these thoughts

my heart it does know,

Its 9am

I sit on the floor,

My Sweetness these thoughts 

my emotions are raw,

Its 10am

tell me how I cope,

I’ll tell you my love

its because I have hope,

Its 11am I’m tired 

and alone, 

So wish I

could call you my own,

Its 11am

is there another lady?

I’m getting emotional

there isn’t a maybe,

Its 12pm do you dream

of me,

Do you think of the future

and what it can be,

Its 1pm 

a message from you,

My heart skips a beat

I fall in love anew,

2pm I saw

you online,

I do that to

from time to time,

Its now 3pm,

sleeps calling me,

I day dream of you

of what could be,

Its 4pm 

you send me a moon,

Fate is an ass 

I’m enveloped in gloom,

5pm and we’ve talked

I feel sad,

Your busy I’m lost

I must be so bad,

6pm our conversations no depth

I know that your busy but don’t talk to me,

Its only “I love yous”

guess I’ll leave you be,

Its 7pm 

feels like I’m falling apart,

I must of been shot

there’s a hole iny heart, 

Its 8pm 

How’re you? how’s your day,

I’m ok, its going

is all that you day,

Its 9pm 

so in love with you,

So many damn thoughts 

wonder how many are true,

Its 10pm 

I’ve been up twenty four,

My Sweetness I’m tired

but can’t sleep once more….

~ Show me…. ~

​….show me 

the ruins of your soul,

I’ll show you they’re not ruins

you are whole,

Show me this darkness

that you hide,

I’ll show you

your brilliance inside,

You tell me I’ll leave

from your decay,

I’m telling you your amazing

and I’ll stay….

.x.

Love….

“Ok. Humor me.” He said. “Tell me.”

“A hurricane.” She said simply. “Imagine the a person as a hurricane, they have to stay on the edges and never get to close. They destroy or leave in disarray everything they touch.” She sighed…. “Such intensity, passion, an emotional whirlwind. Not many could cope with that.” 

“If it were real? It would be lonely.” He smiled.

“Yes….” She looked down.

“Now imagine that hurricanes a fire. When I finally showed him? He showed me that there’s an ocean inside of him that would calm my fire, deal with the emotions, the intensity, that would take my storms.”

He nodded, understanding but lost in thought.

“Tell me who wouldnt want to drown in the calming intensity of another?” She drew a circle on the table with her finger. “I told him that he was my darkness, the perfect pitch for me. Truth is? He’s my light.”


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