Your eyes
Don’t speak the same.
They lay fallen,
Unable to look my way.

Your kiss
Was once passionate and sublime.
But your lips ,
As cold as ice,
Lay lazily on mine.

Your movement,
So rushed.
Our fingers barely touch.

For you caress my cheek,
One last time.

As I cry into your hand,
You stand away from mine.

He is gentle ,
Sleeping ,
Waking.

Tossing and turning,
Yearning,
Aching.

Voice unknown,
Only sound
That seems to linger.

Crying,
Screaming ,
A dramatic temper.

He is unknown to me,
Blood as cold as ice.

No rhythm in my heart
When I look into his eyes.

But alas,
He is mine,
And mine he shall become.

For I am young,
And choose to be one with my son.

The season of Winter
Has finally come.

Cold air and rain
Block rays of the sun.

A subtle stab to the soul,
Leaves bruising to show.
I scold myself.

‘Isn’t this memory too old?’

But I am truly bold.
For memory
Is not temporary,
But a rendition
Of a story,
We must let unfold.

And shall I feel it until the end of day?

No.

But acceptance to the blues,
Is truly okay.

My lover,
Don't let go.
From sun to snow,
Through seasons
We flow.

Please , don’t let go.

Let hearts be full
In times of dull.
For time shall still
As our souls fill,

With love and light for you and I.

Now take my hand,
If you will.

And don't let go.

Who is that
I see?
Some reflection as strange as me.

Too frightened to
Be alone.
Overcome by a sad tone,
Overwhelming,
Overgrown.

But
Who is this?
Who have I become?

No one.

A fact of a stranger,
Looking through the mirror.

Uncanny,
A weak figure.

But alas,
That is me.

And I,
Have withered.

Oh look at you,
So pretty and cute!
Frills suit you well,
Mommy can tell!

Show your friends !
They truly won’t mind.
For they will see my reflection
From behind.

Oh how unkind ,
You wish to leave ?
For why do your eyes
Begin to leak?

We will always walk
With the same stride !
For mommy is bound
To you for life.

For anyone who hurts you,
Shall be met with a knife.

For nobody else
Shall you dare to meet.

But only I,
Will usher you to speak.

With that being said,
Come my darling,
And sit next to me.

I sit
To contemplate.
A deep thinker,
If I do say.

A bare speaker,
High dreamer,
A true believer.

A small side of me speaks softly,
In undertones
Of black and blue.

Pointing the gun
And tying the noose.

Thoughts,
As I know,
Let loose.

Leaves me stifled,
And bruised.
Tired,
And confused.

Dazy and hazy,
My heart is racing.

Words of truth
I cannot unfold.

For a word shed
Is a word told.

And I,
Kept quiet,
Would feel too bold.

For my soul is now sold.