I don't
want to stay here
because you are not
one I want to
be around for long
You drive me mad
to the point where
I start
thinking of the
sharp end of a knife
Set fire to my mind
A blaze rip it all apart
Cool water rush over me
take me to that place
where I want to be

©ShawnaRenea

This somnambulist dreams
of my heart
standing still
and my body lying down
with you, hoping to hold
you but now it's dark
and you are here
in my arms, in my heart, under midnight skies
Await me in the dark, restless land
I am coming
wait for me soon you'll be
in my arms, in my heart, under midnight skies
My heart beats
out of my breast, breaths
fight to keep still
silent in the night,
lover I love to fight to stay
in your arms, in your heart, under midnight skies
in this moment
pulling me under ,under you
your hands guide me
always guide me to you
my bright eyes move over you
I remember how I held you
in my arms, in my heart, under midnight skies

©ShawnaRenea

My intentions were clouded
I never knew if it was you I needed
you never had thought that
I would rip your heart out
But now I am looking
at your shattered beating heart
bleeding on the ground
If I knew that that was how
it was gonna be
I would never had tried
wouldn't put you through
the struggle and suffering
I know you are the one
that's leaning on the idea
that everything's ok
that nothing's wrong
I knew it was over
when you sat there talking
excited, saying you love me
and I faintly said I love you too
that's when I knew...
I said with regret
it isn't you it is me

©ShawnaRenea

Never
had you
to hold
on to me
yet you
always
felt that you
needed me
  to hold
on to you
Always
there was
a void
nothing
tangible
never
palpable
to grasp
onto  
never
was there
any resonance
of true love
for me
to grasp
onto

©ShawnaRenea

It's gonna be
one of these days
when we leave the past behind.

It's gonna be
one of these hours
when I look to the stars.

It's gonna be
one of these minutes
when you find away into my heart.

It's gonna be
one these seconds
when I just let myself go.

I will wait
for the day, the hour, the minute, the second
when our love starts to flower.

©ShawnaRenea

Let this

poet cry herself

to sleep 'cause this

wounded heart is breaking me

The death-bird is spread across my back

wet eyes, voice cracks, choked cries

Why do I try to make this fit?

Can't put the pieces

back together

again

©ShawnaRenea