that shade of lipstick made you bolder my dear.
the eyeliner put you in the direction you're supposed to go.
there's still time to veer off the right path
for the one that makes you feel more whole.
your mother's eyes might scream "I told you so,"
but that's all just talk. you're golden. I swear, you're golden.

he's taking you like you're medicine
and people aren't made that way.

The moon has a face,
She really does.
Well, many, really.
But the one that I see
looks like it's singing the universe.
You can see it in her eyes,
that it's a solemn song but
there's hope in her voice
that lights up the sky.
You know how when
you get so close to someone
you can see yourself
in their eyes?
Sometimes I wonder
if she's too far to see herself
in ours...

Maybe my feelings for you aren't that unique
But even if all snowflakes were the same
The sight of one on Christmas Eve
Would still awake the magic in the heart of a child

Oops, I woke up dead,
Reflected on what I'd done.
Picked up my pen,
began to write.

I had four children you know,
I was a selfish *****.
I spent no time on loving them
I really didn't  care.
Always put myself first.
Hell, I always do.
I'm such a witch.
Did *** and drugs and rock'n'roll,
Far too much to mention.

Then I met him,
A crazy kind of love,
but true love nonetheless,
The first time ever,
A feather in my cap for me.
Wasn't a notch in his bed post,
He swore he loved me too.
I know he did,
Never will he admit his love to any soul bar mine.
But he loved his whisky better.
He's still my friend.

Praise be.
After spilling poison buckets, filled with animosity.
Apologies given in metaphoric kisses,
well they made amends.
After the nonsense, still friends
Friends will do.
It'll have to.

He wrote reams of poetry,
Rather more than me.
I wrote books, because I love it.
You know I really do.
And then the sky fell in,
I'd  missed the most important thing.
And now here I lay,
Cold as stone,
Thinking what have I done.
I have given birth to many,
but, only thought of one.
At this point I say sorry,
Wipe away an icy tear.
Smile slightly breaking through.
I miss you all my dears.
(c) Livvi

I don't want
to have you
I want to be
with you

and
I don't want
to *******
but I don't want
to make love to you either
I want to make love with you
and with that love
I want you to create me

the worst thing about loving
the sound of someone’s voice
is that you end up looking for it
in every room you walk into,
even though you know that voice
will never wake you up in the morning.

Her eyes,
Like many others,
Are the color of a turbulent sea
Her voice,
Like many others,
Is gentle, yet forceful at the same time
Her words,
Like many others,
Bring kindness and laughter to the world
Her thoughts,
Like many others,
Are full of demons that she rarely shows
Her mind,
Like many others,
Is a medley of music and poems
Her heart,
Like many others,
Sits squarely in the right place

The little things about her,
Individually,
Are nothing special
But by some act of serendipity
They have coalesced
And I am thankful every day that they did

You are so much more than a collection of adjectives
You are my best friend (and probably my soul mate)

I don’t know if I believe
in love at first sight,
but I definitely felt something
when I first saw you.

I've written so many poems
About the way you devastate me
As if you were a hurricane
And I the unsuspecting shoreline
I haven't written enough
About you

There's a certain poetry
In the way you speak
That I could never duplicate
And I could liken your smile
To something that would hang in a gallery
But I won't
There may come a day
When the sound of your laugh
Won't resonate inside me
But today is not that day
Your presence is almost lunar
Commanding me like the ocean
The corners of my mouth
Stretch skywards with the waves
You radiate warmth
In waves of gold and amber
I thought you were the moon
But perhaps you're like the sun

Maybe I don't write about you more
Because it's an impossible feat