Someone told you once
a soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest,
but the one
who makes you feel the most.
Who conducts your heart
to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.

It has always been him.

She offered me her heart with trembling hands, I took it and held it tightly
With a steady grasp and the most honest of intentions
I sewed it carefully
Into the depths of my chest cavity
In the hole that was empty
Where I'd offered my heart anxiously
To the same woman
That had presented me
With hers, just moments before.

Wrinkles in the corner
of eyes aged with life
and crinkles for all the
laughter and tears shared
Almost seventy years young
he has carried me strong
a lifetime of burdens
he has bared
His shoulders wide
as mountain tops high
with welcoming arms
the span of the sky;
He carries his burdens
and stresses all on his own;
only laughter and smiles
does he show;
he is truly the most remarkable
man I know
So with heavy heart
and crystal tears,
I dedicate this to my papa
who has carried me
for so many years
I just want to say
I love you...

I think we get attatched
and we need something to coax us off of love
We go from heartbreak to happiness
Only because without it, our hearts would give up
Our minds wouldn't think straight
Our mouths couldn't utter words
We are not living unless we are constantly fearing the loss of another.

The kisses from your lips
For they are the wine
That have left me intoxicated

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015