A shove
you push me across the line
I stumble forward a few steps
looking at you staring at me cross-armed
I back up, trying to cross back over to you
I bump into something solid
hard
the line has turned into a wall
I can't see you anymore
sometimes
if I look hard enough
I can see small holes forming
but they are too hard to get through
too small
I don't know if I would ever be able to reach your side again

You can't just shove me over here
in a new atmosphere, a new town, new people, new places,
nothing is familiar
and you toss me in here
like yesterday's trash
expecting me to mix
to fit in perfectly

*but what if I can't?

My
Outstanding
Mom
Mother
Your my Mary of God
God bless you

bullets ricochet off my chest
never to hit my steel heart
but like a grenade,
your bomb hits me
breaking my heart
**heartache

Is the view of the world slanted within your rare view?
A well built imagination of what you'll love me to become
My ****** body wouldn't allow you to keep falling before your time is called to serve
Lack of understanding allowed us to become
a project of what most people have lost the feeling of
Our soulmates are ideals of ourselves
I won't attend to losing myself within your views

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Will I become the pages in your diary?
A breath taker created in the form of words,
a title to tell a story of a prince fighting his way to you, an idea of creativity and distraction
Will you rip me from your diary if I only brought to you sorrow
a flow of words that others won't comprehend other than yourself.
How many endings will you make of me until everything falls into place?
Will I become your final sonnet ?
Continue giving breath to your diary filled with words

By: Leory Santana Dawn

He became the very breath that she couldn't chase after as for her... she became the the tale of a lost woman
Together they were bonded

By: Leory Santana Dawn