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…
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,
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.
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.
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.
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….
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
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.
“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.”
This time that
has past,
My Sweetness
did you think it’d last,
So much
and we grow,
My dearest Sweetness I
want you to know,
My heart and soul
they call for you,
You rule my veins
and mind so true,
My Sweetness tell me
do you see,
The profound affect
you have on me,
With you is where I
want to be,
No other place I
would do it for me….
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