A heart has been calling out,
waiting, wondering, shall it be
heard, though covered by rubble
of an abandoned house, ripped
apart, hope now lies steadily for a
touch, a sign of someone to notice
the urgent need for it to be lifted up.

Forced into hiding
like it is sin to feel
not only good vibes
makes a person real

Every single emotion
should be given freedom
to be expressed with zeal
not judged like it's criminal.

Pretending to be hollow inside
knowing within a flood resides
drowning for a sense of self worth
validated by bias options of others.

There's an aura about you which at first glance appears to be quite powerful, so brilliant but broken... Those shards are like pearls scattered across a shore, something incredibly alluring and still only produced through extreme pain, the oysters are yours. Clammed to protect that much valued jewel, few may understand those scars to your beautiful.

When commitment becomes a part
of who you are, loyalty is rarer to you
than plutonium in an antarctic tundra.
It is an exceptional gesture, like that of  
a love language exclusively on it's own.

It is like knowing someone like the back
of your hand, seeing pores and follicles
no one is able to glance at, only to get
kept at a length further than arms stretch, a place inbetween hugs and hand shakes.

It doesn't happen over night,
closing eyelids to fall inside,
a matrix where dreams come alive.
Good things take time to be realised

Though we're apart
like music with no sound.
As if strangers walking by
faces that traded a smile.

As times slips away
carrying our memories,
may you catch a banquet,
to grow love like it's roses.

Bonded by more than thought,
blood runs through veins
that's connected by umbilical cord.
Womb shared to nurture a zygote.
A soul is felt before eyes saw
body grow to become a new born.

Beautiful you are, a pretty shower.
You wash away all the dismay,
so gentle you are with me, falling
each day so that we may meet
even if our river runs dry you peak
at a point that touches rain's feet.

Surrounded by birds and tree's,
an atmosphere with calm scenery
and yet still your eyes pour down
drowning like a pool of love only;
upon me.

They say to understand pain
you would have had to of felt it,
dealt a wound that left the scar
as a memory of the hurt endured.

I'm a product of where I've been,
what I said, what I've seen, all the
expectations in daylight that I dream.    
I've sold myself a chance at a reality
to achieve, everything I know I can be.

A roar is victory
calling out to defeat
before it has reached
border lines of territory.

She is human, a flawed being
which is inclined to make alot
of mistakes, her cravings incite
her to act so often out of place,
she feels insecure at times too
and tends to look in a mirror for
errors to ensure she's presentable.

Her persona isn't a mystical fairy
embodiment your wishes make,
nor are her dimples snow flakes
drowning sincerity with embrace
which easily make man gravitate.

She is trauma filled to an extent,
seeping in sorrow few relate to,
those curves she carries around
may not even appear as tasteful
but the ***** she has pumping
blood through her veins is worth
more than what an oyster creates.

As pretty as she may be,
in this world there are many
who are equally just as lovely,
some may even have a distinct
characteristic as sweet as honey,
they're probably more distinguished
too with a charismatic aura so funny
people gobble up every word ever said
but none pulls me into the sacred entry,
where scrolls of pure devotion are read.

If she chooses you as her love

Give her attention she deserves,
treat her like a precious diamond
without holding back it's shine.

Speak about whatever you like,
intrigue thoughts running wild.
Pay attention even to small signs.

Go to places that make her smile,
buy gifts to show appreciation
Do all you can for her happiness

Make her fall for who you are,
Be the man that I could not.

Honey may be sweet
but it takes courages
to be retrieved from bitter
workers who will die for it

Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.  
Her smile opens up the cloudy skies,
her laughter delights butterflies.
The ocean greets her as she passes by.
Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye.

Gentle breeze through her hair,
she walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare.
Rosy cheeks cover her face.
A flower-child blossoms, kindly accepting embrace.
She is a thorn-less rose without compare.
She is the love my heart will forever endear.

Sometimes through the silence
the loudest voice can be heard
speaking directly to your heart
just take the time to listen close  
gently knocking on your door
kindly asking would you let me in ?

If all I have left are poetic memoirs
written down to convey my purpose
I shall stand firmly by those words
inscribing the essence of thoughts
to where I have travelled before
while on a journey of experiences.

What is a candle
to a bonfire ?
What is a leaf
to a branch ?

For in seconds  
a gust of wind
may extinguish
the formers reign

So never despise
a new beginning,
for the latter arrives
to stand even in wind