Their eyes met cross a crowded room,one was destined to be the other ones doomfor they're playing a game and one might get took'Cause the thief of hearts is an expert crookI know the game I've played once or twiceand...
Love Poems
“Rorschach”
"Originally written 8/27/2015"
My heart is an inkwell,overflowing with feelings I've known.Occasionally revealed by my pen.Both a gift and a curse,this fuel for my words.Spilling everything both real and pretend.Does any of it matter,or am I wasting my time?Pouring it all out for...
Slipping
"Slipping, Fairy dust and fairy tales are long gone."
Slipping,Through my hands.Slipping,Like sand.Slipping, Knowing that we can't.Slipping,Our time has past.Slipping,Unspoken truths.Slipping,Walking away from you.Slipping,So much more to do.Slipping,Fairy dust and fairy tales are long gone.Slipping,No more, it's time to move on.
A dagger plunged so deep,Twisted inside a bleeding heartAlready injured. Pain shielded by ragePride broken to pieces,Breaking meThe same way I’ll break youWhen I leave.
It's that time of year again The old ends and the new begins. Standing amidst our friends, We glance across the distance separating us The room disappears as our eyes meet. You are all I need. All I want. But the timing has never been right So here we stand, In a world...
Our lives runLike a movie on repeatReels whirringDays blurringInto one anotherIt’s all the sameThe same ideasThe same sick fearsI cling to everyday thingsThe weight of his armOn my shoulderUntil it's goneAnd everything's calmBut everything's colderJust another suffocating dayA box office...
The wind pulled us both away from sleep, a chorus of countless whispers singing along hills and still streets, becoming the unseen hands rattling windows and eavesWhen you shivered against me and I couldn't see yet, only the vague outline of you,a sleepy beautiful face as...
Treasured
"Words alone cannot express the way I feel."
Sometimes at night,When I look to the sky.I start thinking of you,Then ask myself "why?""Why do I love you?"I think and smile,Because I know,The list would go on a mile.The whisper of your voice,The warmth of your touch.So many little...
You can't stay here anymore.The words become a pattern,a reluctantly whispered hymnthat is too foreign to me.All I can hear is the calm thunder within,my ear pressed tight to your bare breast,you once asked why I do this,wanted to know...
Is it the smell of wet grassWafting over an alpine meadow.The rising sun playing a Fleeting tune on the landBeneath our feet.Standing still...Breathing in...Tasting the crispnessof the air on our tongues,And that sweet smell of summer.Is it the things we do...