Oh,
How much the wind endures.
It is the source
Of ones last breath.
It is the soft blow,
Whispering a confession of love.
It is the last goodbye,
And the first hello.
It is always there drying
Our tears.
Its what pushes our balloon
After we let go
Letting it float unto oblivion.
It listens to our every word
And takes it to another place
Where nobody can hear it.

~c.g.

I feel as though
I am floating
In a sea of chaos.
Although I am calm
Everyone around me
Is suffocating in stress.
And I am affected
Because of them.
They are forcing me
Into their unstable paths.

~c.g.

I hear his voice
It follows me everywhere.
I look around
And he's no where to be seen.
His voice is unclear
And echoes with every word.
It is a voice of temptation.
It whispers
Forcing me to listen closer
Until it screams
A deafening screech
Repeating again and again
Until I obey its command.
The voice of sin
Once again
Has a grasp on me.
c.g.

So many words
In so many languages;
Yet I still cannot
Explain the way
I feel about you.
c.g.

You are all I want
And all I would ever need.
It is a risk worth taking.

I could lose you
in a split second,
And be left in an
eternity of dwelling,
But I choose you,
I constantly choose you.
I have set aside
The whispers of judgement
I continually hear
And I brought forth
What I have always desired,
You.
c.g.