I looked at my lover; adrift with the tide, unsure of which path to choose. I said to him: Take this train, ride on, go find yourself, go find where you belong. You will know, whether to build a new path, or tread the old. He bowed his … Continue reading Go
I am not perfect - in fact, far from it. Nor am I at all strict - too delicate for it. Yet, not enough to enter heaven's doors, nor worthy enough to walk on your humble floors. Will you forgive me, for everything I can admit to now, freely? I was a ball of fire, … Continue reading Forgive Me
Walk out the door, take my heart with you, while you choose - right or left? I turn back, I look at your empty spot; stark and engulfing. I wonder - right or left? Your right is a great path; one you have treaded for two years, carving your matching initials along the way. She … Continue reading Right or Left?
Your truth broke me, right when the clock hit three. Your truth came back to haunt me, to tell me what could have been. Oh, if only I had been perfect, but I crumble at the sound of the truth. Now you wrap me with open arms, and fill me with quiet strength to hear … Continue reading My Truth
I am not a perfect rose; I am not pristine glass; I am not a white page; I am not April's favorite day. My thorns will cut you deep; my glass will break your reach, yet, my heart is open for you to enter as you please. My list of errors runs long - it … Continue reading Monday’s Mistake
Lay me down. Close my eyes, and raise me up. Set me free; let me race to the top; let me dream in blue. Give me more. I do not want to stay. I do not want to feel. Here, surrounded by nameless faces, lost without him. Oh, lift me up. The higher I go, … Continue reading Dreaming in Blue – II
Before I gave him poetry, I watched his sky turn dark, until I discovered his three stars shining on me. He whispered my name, stepping into my flames, finding pleasure in my surrender. Before I saw his sunrise, I felt his days, I tasted his nights. I lived for him. I lived behind him - … Continue reading Before I Gave Him Poetry
A circle has no beginning; a cycle has no ending - neither does my love for you. I look at you; I see your reflection, in the skies above me, in the hills that surround me. I lay myself on your grounds - your melodies reach me from all around; I hear your … Continue reading Timeless