Soft words spoken in an unforgiving tongue
I wish to travel in a backward birth
The day I let your hands slip from mine
In a bitter chaos of colliding pain
This shattered heart of mine beating
Has flood itself more rain than New Orleans
I am esurient for which I once held in my soul
Entwined since the beginning of time
I long, I long to be forgiven
I long, I long to be loved
And when I saw you look at her
Your lips gently caressing hers
The lies I told myself—I could live without you
Came hurling at me faster than a pitcher’s strike
I am sorry,
For my heart misses its other half
In your face, in your eyes
I want to say what’s in my heart
But the fear of being hurt with you
I keep all the things I’ll never say
Maybe someday when I am stronger
When the thought of without you
Is a greater pain than with you
I’ll say what I’ll never say
Dance with me fierce one
For my heart is yours to mend
My soul is yours to mate
A vacuity of emotions
Blow my rhythm asunder
An ineluctable fate
Touch me gently
But caress me furiously
For the fire burning inside of me
Holds a flame that cannot
And will not rest
Then do so, take the earth
And dance with me
Take the ocean and sway with me
Kiss me so softly,
Butterfly kisses,
For my steps have finally
Found its own tune
All I want…
Is to grow old in your arms
Share laughter, tears, and joy
Build endless memories
Gather indestructible strength and a lasting force
Share unbreakable hugs with steamy kisses,
And shameless glances
All I want…
Is to grow old in your soul
Travel the world by your side
Sit beneath the sky and count the stars
Get lost in each other’s eyes,
Take a boat ride, a train ride,
And fly with you, freely and spiritually
All I want…
Is to grow old in your heart
Fall asleep in your strong arms,
Wake up by your never-ending charms
Drive around speechless, but still contempt in silence
Taste the flavors of the world—your world
All I want…
Is to grow old in your eyes
Eat dinner with you by the TV every night,
Share simple, but yet special times
With a cup of coffee at Timmies
Window shop with bearable longings
Because all I want in this world is you.
Feet slipped into warm bunny slippers
Hands carrying hot cocoa with fluffy
Marshmallows slipping over the top
Outside the window snow falls silently,
Its soft sloshing sound as it hits the ground
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Confronting myself in the mirror
I close my eyes one last time
As tears outline my quivering lids
It emphasizes my already voluminous lashes
Running traces of black liquid down my powdery cheeks
Taking residence on the intense shade of cherry sealed to my lips
I am paralyzed in the moment
Stricken to the point of no return
Elevating my head to face myself one last time
I hear laughter and joy surrounding
I hear a voice call to me from a distance
As I make my way to the oval shaped mirror
Elegantly hanging in my chamber, I move closer,
Wondering if the mirror will tell me if this is it
The wind blew gently against my skin, calling me…
“Quickly, free yourself!” it said,
Moving closer to the open window
I realize each step is leaving an imprint-
Traces of lust and desire and troubles conquered,
A reflection of Laughter, joy and romance
Throughout the years.
Entranced in the moment, tears flow rapidly,
Looking to the heavens, a whisper of prayer
Utter from my lips
“Dear god, is this it for me?”
The wind blew soft and swift against my skin,
Relinquishing my tears into
Crystallized drops upon my cheeks.
A smile brushed my lips like sweet nectar;
A drop of honey on my lips revitalizing, nourishing
Me to the core—overpowering my every sense.
I looked to the heavens for the last time,
There he came to me,
A delicately drawn portrait within the clouds
Again a voice call to me, now closer than before
Turning to look, my father stood adoring the silhouette
I stood before him,
A smile radiating from his face, following his embrace
“One last look” he says to me,
The look in his eyes was sparkling like the sun reflecting it
Essence up an emerald pool
I face myself in the mirror and smiled.
It was time-
One last time,
I look to my father, took his hand,
And began my long walk down the aisle;
Each step leaving trails of distant memories.
There, my future stood, the sparkle in his eyes
Like a well lit camp fire: burning strong and bright.
Looking deeper into his eyes,
I see only me, my soul’s resting place
“ Dear God, he is it for me”
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