I was young and naive
caught in the raptures of first love
willing to do anything for you
now I am grown and mature
the raptures have long since floated away
and I am still willing to do anything for you
Monday, October 12, 2015
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Uncertainty
October 11, 2015
"Life is difficult and confusing enough,"
she said, "without us adding to the muddle.
I think love should be straightforward and enjoyable,"
She grinned.
"..With enough uncertainty to add some fun."
"Life is difficult and confusing enough,"
she said, "without us adding to the muddle.
I think love should be straightforward and enjoyable,"
She grinned.
"..With enough uncertainty to add some fun."
Heartache
October 12, 2015
Pain shoots through my back. Again.
A backpacking incident a year ago.
I've hurt ever since.
I've grown used to the dull ache;
it's always in my subconscious, though too often
Some movement brings it to the forefront of my sensory receptors.
I'm used to it being constant, like an old friend.
And because of this, I know why they call it heartache.
A passionate incident four months ago.
I've hurt ever since.
I've grown used to the dull ache;
you're always there in my subconscious, though far too often
some word or song or smell or color brings you to the forefront of my mind
and there you stay for far too long.
Pain shoots through my heart. Again.
I'm used to it being constant
though I never want to call you a friend
I'd rather have the heartache.
Pain shoots through my back. Again.
A backpacking incident a year ago.
I've hurt ever since.
I've grown used to the dull ache;
it's always in my subconscious, though too often
Some movement brings it to the forefront of my sensory receptors.
I'm used to it being constant, like an old friend.
And because of this, I know why they call it heartache.
A passionate incident four months ago.
I've hurt ever since.
I've grown used to the dull ache;
you're always there in my subconscious, though far too often
some word or song or smell or color brings you to the forefront of my mind
and there you stay for far too long.
Pain shoots through my heart. Again.
I'm used to it being constant
though I never want to call you a friend
I'd rather have the heartache.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Deep Purple
October 10, 2015
You made me feel a myriad of colors
mostly yellows and blues
some nights you made me dark red
without you now I still feel colors
lately I live in deep purple
and I can't find my way out
You made me feel a myriad of colors
mostly yellows and blues
some nights you made me dark red
without you now I still feel colors
lately I live in deep purple
and I can't find my way out
Storm
October 10, 2015
You are the wind and I the waves
your touch blasts my swells into turmoil
and our storm is magnificent
You are the wind and I the waves
your touch blasts my swells into turmoil
and our storm is magnificent
Forest
October 10, 2015
See, our love was like a forest
haunting, enchanting,
and utterly disorienting
See, our love was like a forest
haunting, enchanting,
and utterly disorienting
October 10, 2015
I.
How lovely it would be to be broken, to let him heal me into something whole
how romantic to be lost for years, buried under insecurities
only blossoming under his loving touch
how lovely
how poetic
how unattainable
for I am not a fragile flower, shivering in darkness with bud sealed tight
waiting for my love to be the giver of light
I am a towering tree, branches bursting with new spring leaves
my roots are deep and branches high
still lovely
still poetic
II.
I search for strong roots to entangle with my own
so we may hold each other through the windstorms
growing upwards, upwards
into light
How lovely it would be to be broken, to let him heal me into something whole
how romantic to be lost for years, buried under insecurities
only blossoming under his loving touch
how lovely
how poetic
how unattainable
for I am not a fragile flower, shivering in darkness with bud sealed tight
waiting for my love to be the giver of light
I am a towering tree, branches bursting with new spring leaves
my roots are deep and branches high
still lovely
still poetic
II.
I search for strong roots to entangle with my own
so we may hold each other through the windstorms
growing upwards, upwards
into light
Maybe, Definitely
October 8, 2015
Maybe, in a few years we'll meet again
Definitely, you will still be older
Maybe, you'll know who you are then
Definitely, I'll have lived and grown wiser
Maybe, then we'll be right for each other
Definitely, I'll love you until then
Maybe, in a few years we'll meet again
Definitely, you will still be older
Maybe, you'll know who you are then
Definitely, I'll have lived and grown wiser
Maybe, then we'll be right for each other
Definitely, I'll love you until then
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
October 7, 2015
I don't know if you realize how special you are,
How lucky to be owner of my firsts
First kiss, first romance, first passion
You are the owner of my first love
I suppose you were too special, too lucky
For you were not content with all the firsts I gave you
You wanted to be first once more
So you became my first heartbreak
And I don't know if you realize how special you are,
How lucky to be owner of my firsts
And oh, how I wished you to be the owner of my lasts
How lucky to be owner of my firsts
First kiss, first romance, first passion
You are the owner of my first love
I suppose you were too special, too lucky
For you were not content with all the firsts I gave you
You wanted to be first once more
So you became my first heartbreak
And I don't know if you realize how special you are,
How lucky to be owner of my firsts
And oh, how I wished you to be the owner of my lasts
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