I see the trace of his outline as he walks into the sunset
a silhouette against the twilight
an apple falling to his hands.
Soon the moon will rise
and then with it my hopes
just as I know he will return.
We reveled in these good times
as the day turns into night
time and time again.
We shall cherish all we have
We shall love with all our might.
This portrait of you shall stay with me
in my heart, forever alive.
It’s the end of our beginning
beyond infatuation.
Real commitment.
The realization
each day shall bring us closer
even when we are away.
This feeling we share
unites us in so many ways.
Crashing through our lives
Like so many waves
crystal blue water
salty skin
facing fears
being brave.
Ever in my thoughts
his radiance so desired.
I just want to be close to him
walking into the sunset
holding his hand in mine.
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
"You're beautiful."
"Oh please, I didn't even try and look cute today."
"Not your hair, your soul."
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 12:10 AM UTC
She saw her imaginary friends
She saw the colors again
She saw her life unfolding
And she was in control
No one telling her what to do or where to go
She doesn’t beg or chase
She’s free in this life
She removed her own chains
She is finally herself again
She shines.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 2:14 AM UTC
I want to hear your thoughts
from your perspective
Not by your words to me
but from your words to you.
I want to know your brain
without all of the edits.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
Kisses on the shoulder blade while I play you your favorite songs on the piano.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Please, be gentle.
My leaves have shriveled and fallen
time and time again now.
So you understand.
Be gentle, please.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Him:
You ma’am, have quite the amazing way with your words.
Me:
Thank you, sir. Though, with all due respect, they are, yours.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
They stuck her with needles,
then asked why she screamed
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
Some people like to think of themselves as the black sheep...
I’ve always considered myself more of the glittery sheep of the flock
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC