Have you read me yet? I tell a story that is Straightforward and humble in it's beginning Where I coddle you in the warmth Show you joy in my words You admire this journey That we are about to embark
Then, a problem arises But you stop halfway And dog-ear me Leave me in a predicament That I have to replay over and Over and over Stuck in an endless...
Did I disappoint you? Was the problem too disturbing? Did it leave you perplexed? Was it too graphic in the depictions of What lurked towards the ending?
When will you read me again? I feel the words starting to take their leave I hear they're having a wonderful time in the sun But I fear that As time has gone on My ending has been stained and rewritten to Blank pages So even if you wanted to read me again Unfortunately, you will never know How my story ends.
A/N: You should probably take care of your books...
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Me and a friend were talking They asked me “Is there anything as radiant as the moon?” I paused Felt the muscles around my lips spasm and answered “There is”
We continued walking They asked me “Is there anything more blinding than that blistering sun above us?” I stopped Felt my pores open their floodgates and answered “There is, and just as fiery too”
We stopped by a pier and watched as the waves rolled in They asked me “Is there anything as gentle as the rocking of those ocean waves?” I closed my eyes Felt the sea breeze scent mark me and answered “There is, and it’s a sight to see”
We said our goodbyes for the evening But before they left, they asked me “Are you sure that there is something that is even more radiant, blinding and gentle as mother Gaia?” I took their hand, clasped it with my own and answered “There is, and when it grips your soul with its feathered touch, Only then will you understand.”
A/N: Love poems are my weakness and I enjoy writing them so much.
My chest… Is on fire I feel these flames Gradually make their way Through my fluctuating state of Pure joy and **** near dread
I feel these flames Transform themselves into a Unstoppable sweltering inferno that Soldiers through Burning tunnels and chars’ arteries that Lead only to Pure ecstasy and **** near ruin
How my chest, with such a Enraging inferno that Threatens to engulf me, Each intake of breath fanning its heat, Turning me into my own wicker man Is able to withstand Such intensity Is a mystery that only those Who have been handed back roses Will understand.