The pain behind your eyes
Tells a story that could never lie
That feeling of being lost
But wanting to be found
Intimidated and vulnerable
Tired of being pushed around
Confused and torn
At having a second chance
An opportunity to choose
When it's safer with nothing to lose
Picking up the pieces seems an impossible task
To find someone true
To trust
Not hiding behind a mask
I can see the pain behind your eyes
It isn't hidden very well
Sometimes to get to heaven
You gotta go thru hell

mistakes were made
along the way
the capricious cruelness
of life
crept in

seeds of doubt
nourished with shards
of pain and confusion
fell on
fallow soil

unwilling to yield
the hard ground
tenaciously guarded
by desire
and hope

two wishful lovers
are blissfully granted
a chance to learn
once more
to trust

Our relationship wasn't perfect
But I would be yours again
In a single heartbeat
You were a ****
Cheated on me
But I'll forgive
And give us
A second chance
At true love

You are perfect
Despite of your flaws
And let's be honest
I get lost in your blue eyes

Today I feel beautiful
Like a flower blossoming in spring
I've only just begun to blossom
Sprouting, I am becoming something.

Today I feel strong
Like the trunk of a tree
Weathered but mighty
My roots the base of me.

Today I feel light
Like a feather flying
My burdens not heavy
Or preventing me from trying.

Today I feel happy
Like a smile reaching eyes
The sadness once carried
Released like heavy sighs.

Today I am great
No matter the circumstance
Today is a good day
A day for my second chance.

she sat out my doorway
elusive, mysterious
a quaintness that I couldn't help but to admire
existing truly in a self reclusive reality
speaking rarely
and listening even less
possessed fierce gray eyes
that instilled inexplicable emotions within me
with little to no effort she touched my soul

she didn't do anything unusual
*I only wanted her to.

I'm never one to get cold
Or get goosebumps
But with the subtlest touch
From her can make my hairs
Stand *****, send chills down my spine
And expel a sigh of relief.
That's the power of her love
So precise so Devine so powerful
That with the tip of her finger
Can make me feel all that at once.

In the darkness without sunlight
In a drought without water
not from soil,
but from hard, cold, filthy concrete.
Many doubted,
but a bud had sprouted.

Despite neglect,
a rose beautifully grew
she never lost hope
faith in him she always knew
the discovery was unexplainable
especially since that rose became you.

she forgot how good
it feels to forget

s.s