Lost Indeed

Lost Indeed Mar 12

Am I asking for too much?
I just want to feel your love openly.
Why does every day without you hurt?
I will give you my soul wholeheartedly.

Please forgive me for causing pain,
I promise you, it was never my intention.
Because in this world of no saints,
I feel your touch in every word, every poem, every mention.

T

Lost Indeed Mar 10

Promise me

I lay alone in my endless pit,
My head on a pillow, my mind won’t sit.
But sleep is slowly taking me,
And in the depths of dreams, your eyes I hope to see.

I don’t want to sleep tonight,
Because I fear that come tomorrow,
You’ll say goodbye.

T

Lost Indeed Mar 10

It is you... Always

If I could list all the things you make me feel,
  I’d write them in stars with my hands of steel.
But I can try...
Exuberance
Transcendence
Devotion
Depth
Gravity
Poetry
Longing
Sorrow
Addiction
Desire
Love...

T

I would speak a thousand languages
In ten thousand lifetimes,
I would not be able to reach half of
What my heart feels between the lines.

T

Lost Indeed Mar 10

Sorrow

I want to call,
I want you to send me things,
But you asked me not to.
I just want to be loved by you—

If I cried out loud every time I missed you,
I’d punch a hole through my throat and soul too.
If I tried to grasp how much I love you,
I’d die a thousand thousand times without scratching the truth.

T

Lost Indeed Mar 10

How Far Will I Go

I will hunt down the stars
That dim your face.
I will burn down
The planets where you aren't praised.

I will destroy all realities
That forgot your smile.
I will show the universe
That loving you is worthwhile.

T

Lost Indeed Mar 9

I Wonder

I wonder
How my name tastes in your mouth,
And if you still say it when you are alone.

I wonder
If you think of me when you look south,
And if you see my eyes when you moan.

I wonder
If, without me, your life has salt,
And if you are ready for the love I've shown.

T

Lost Indeed Mar 9

Sunday Blue

It's not even evening,
And I need to lie by your side.
Sunday devoided of meaning,
My longing comes like the tides—
It starts in the morning
And consumes me at night.

T