Isaac Bahn

Isaac Bahn Oct 2014

To L

When you were still here
the Sun shined a little bit brighter.
We rode rays of light
with each kiss.
And falling ever-so-gently into love
with lips pressed against lips
The moon and stars
became our chandelier
These barren streets
became our ballroom
And we waltzed into eternity.

*If you were still here...

Isaac Bahn Oct 2014

Her Stories

She had eyes
that told you a million stories
and lips
that could show you the world.
Her heart
was as sharp as the rocks
that lay below her shallow bed of love.
And her words
her words were like distant bells
or small explosions
that lit the flame of desire.
And you burned
until nothing was left
Except another story to tell

Isaac Bahn Aug 2014

heart on fire

My cigarette burns at one end,
but we burnt at both.
We told lies and ill-advised "I love you's"
wishing to keep this alive.
Turn two smoking ends
into something that never dies.
And it never does,
for whenever I feel that burning in my heart
I find forever
in what once was.

Isaac Bahn Aug 2014

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I sent my love in seven letters.
Scattered, torn apart, and burnt to pieces
you left me like these letters that never reached you.

And I've got a sixth sense for these type of things,
because you see
love is my second nature.

In five easy steps
you lit the flame
that burnt nature to the ground.

Through all four seasons,
especially when summer nights get cold
I'll be thinking of you.

So I'll leave you with three words
"I love you"

Maybe two more
"Be happy"

I'll write to you again,
one day.

Isaac Bahn Aug 2014

No More Stars

I wonder what others think of
when they look at the stars.
Because lately, I've been doing a lot gazing.
These great ***** of fire
these sparkling streetlights caught in space
they seem so beautiful, but so cold.
And when I look into the heavens,
I see only one star
and that's you.
With angelic radiance you shined.
Maybe a little too bright.
Because you see
I was blinded by your light.
Blinded to see that you
were more than just a star.
You were my Sun
But you lit up
another sky.

Isaac Bahn Jul 2014

Nicotine Dreams

I write to you in billows of cigarette smoke
and nicotine dreams.
And the reality is when everyone else is
coughing up a lung
I spit out my heart, saying
"Take it, this is for you"
please.

Isaac Bahn Jul 2014

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I carry you
on my back and
in my arms
I hold you so tight.
But I grow weak.

I cling to you
in my thoughts.
And I find rest
in our fondest of memories.
Yet, even those fade.

Know this, my love,
when I grow old and my body fails me,
and when my mind ceases to remember us,
I will keep you
forever
in my heart.