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I’ve found the rhythm in my steps,
The beat in my heart,
The lyrics to my soul,
And you’re the one I want to hold.
AS I become adrift into his eyes
I start to see the mystery that his lips fail to convey
He holds a deeper legend then he lets most conclude
His eyes express beauty and tragedy
yet they have this twinkle
that reveals aspiration
for something greater than the history they sustain
When his lips speak
I can’t help but notice
the hidden story his eyes are trying to express.
Does he realize that I can see this?
He has mentioned the butterflies his stomach
perceives often and always glances away
. I want to ask what his eyes are trying to express,
but then I feel as if maybe his eyes are interrogating mine.
I too perceive butterflies and often look away;
why do we do this?
Is it the fear of finally being understood,
or is it that
we are so comfortable with the walls we have built around us
that we don’t want anyone to intrude.
Whatever it is;
it continues to keep me intrigued.
His eyes are a wonderland;
filled with many anecdotes
I
desire
to
figure out.
My favorite piece
He brought out the light she lost in the dark.
Always lost and alone she was scared of that spark
Thoughts in her mind made her feel destined to be alone
Pondering if someone would save her and bring her to a place called home.
He gave her that hope; though he was soon to elope
Helping her down her dark hollow road
She felt like she had a due that was to be owed
To show him his efforts where helping her grow;
She conquered her demons and put on a show,
Slowly but surely she made her own lights
No longer was she scared like before on those dark lonely nights
Thanks to that man who gave her hope and a spark
She found a place she calls home now that her life is so stark.
She is trapped in her head filled with dreams and nightmares.
Sometimes she falls into a deep despair.
A life of happiness is what she craves;
Before she’s dug beneath her grave.
What was once a reality is now in the pass;
Yet it still suffocates her like a thick toxic gas.
She screams out in silence for her Utopia.
Hoping to escape all her phobias
Her dreams held so much potential.
But her nightmares were more confrontational
If only she knew what she was capable of
Maybe she would be able to fly up above
Up above all her nightmares
And conqueror all her fears
But instead she’s drowning
Drowning in tears.
The view from the cliffs were so exquisite,
As the oceans would crash upon  them.

I would Climb up the wet slippery rocks,
In my little Easter dress.
Taking in
the view,
the sounds
and the scents.

Looking around at all the beautiful mansion foundations'.
Laughing and running.
Trying to avoid all the geese droppings

And ******* was my mind full of innocents
Not knowing that these moments could ever fade

It was the most beautiful place I would visited.

And I Wish  I knew that then.
Hanging from a thread,
Running from the monsters that are under my bed,
Or are they in my head,
It’s like I can’t escape now,
I buried my soul;
Into this deep ******* hole,
I shall prevail soon,
It’s impossible and rare for me not to,
At least for me I have a deeper meaning then they’re use to,
I can’t control these feelings,
It’s like they have their own place,
Leaving me lost and misplaced
Am I The Beauty In Your Eyes
Or
The Beast Beneath Your Lies
I Had Your Name Tatted On My Heart
But We Have Seemed To Fall Apart.
The Night Has Come But The Light Shall Prevail.
This Time I Refuse To Let Myself Fail.
The Beauty Of A Princess,
The Strength Of A Beast.
Look Out World I Am Released!
There was this fellow, who seemed very mellow,
Yet when one asked me to write a poem about one self;
He spoke very highly of himself;
Cockiness; not at all he was a charming fellow,
Who was always there when ones friend would fail;
Showing her she could prevail
Laughter filled his heart and thoughts filled his mind
Most people would say he’s undefined
I’d like to say he’s one of a kind
A friend, a brother, a charmer
Yet does he ever look deep within
Or does one just pretend?
Always there for someone in need
But what about one’s self needs
Shall I assume since you’re consider a charmer
That you have plastic armor
Pretend to be strong and bold
When there’s a deep secret you hold?
The charmer in one’s soul
Blocks the secret he holds
Never look too deep
Might cause you to lose sleep
Remember a charmer has a spell
And never yells
Goes on in life
Yet can cut you like a knife
Leaving a scar on your soul
One may be blind and flatter you
I sat not really sure what was on my mind
Was it the cold night with shivers threw my spine
Or was it a bunch of things going threw my artistic mind

Now I realized I was overthinking such a simple question
But there so much I could mention

I could talk about the stars I see out my window
Or maybe that movie I watched earlier with the widow

But instead I over thought and soon forgot
What original was my penny for thought
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