His eyes, his lips.
His hair, his kiss.

Hand in hand,
Soul around heart.
How in the hell, did this all start?

Perhaps a single look, one word spoke.
Darling, our love has been awoke.

His soul, his laugh.
A word, his touch.

Baby, one glance, and I'll completely fall apart.

A kiss in the dark,
Hands through his perfect hair.

Does he have any idea how hard it is to not let him see me stare?

Two hearts, both know,
that with time, their love grows.

Who knows were this will lead them.

Just a stupid girl, dumb and in love.
Just a perfect boy, do you think he knows?

All she is, in her twisted, crazy, wild mind,
is thoughts of


Him.

It's tough when you have no one to share your pain with,
no shoulders to lean on to.
No one to hug.
And that's when he embraces the darkness of his room
which hugs him with the same intensity
as he cries his heart out.

©rajgomes

my life is about me
this has always been
a foreign concept
but now
my life is about me
i have decided to be
intentional
to do the things
that i enjoy
to make myself happy
my happiness should never again
come from another person
and so today
when i sat down
the first thing i wrote down is
my life is about me

I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.

Standing here with Philip Morris
Looking over the Seine
Wanting to dive forward,
And let the water rush in.
I can’t shake this feeling,
Of internal depth.
I need to jump,
All the way to my death.
I want to be forgotten,
Never to be found.
Go so far into the river,
Where I can’t hear a sound.
Happiness and joy,
are full in the streets.
But inside of me,
I feel incomplete.
In this city,
I’m supposed to feel only love.
How come I can’t find it?
Why am I a lonely dove?

There's so much I want to say,
but I cannot speak.
So much pain
which I cannot express.
I seek a God,
but do I believe in one?
I look for an escape,
but is there one?

©rajgomes

I try to reach out
You don't respond
This gives me doubt
But I still continue on

I communicate again
Not a voice to be heard
Does she not want me then?
I wish I could be sure