Your loving touch, your tender stare
For you the only person, I ever could care
Why did you leave me? Where could you be?
Are you in heaven waiting for me?

For in my heart, I know it's true
The world has gained an angel in you
But, why did you leave me? Where could you be?
Please be in heaven waiting for me

Our love is a metal heart.
A token of attraction.
Our love is black and white.
Like the cookie that used to be your favorite.

Our love is sitting next to eachother.
But words rarely come out.
Our love is staring at eachother silently and sometimes secretly.

Our love is distance and age gap.
Our love is judged.
Our love is a drama competition.
With a hug afterwards.

Our love is rejection.
Our love is left in a class alone.
Our love came back and it's unknown.

Our love is misunderstood.
Between us. Between everybody.
We never understand.
Our love is depression and red marks on our wrists.

Our love was an act.
Our love was a lie.
Our love was hope.
Our love was belief.
We suffer in the confusion of "what are we?"

I hope you see the answer and finally our love could be what it should be.

He was a master of the game
Playing the cards he had been dealt
He was the king of pain
Had his fun then he is done
Moving on to his next queen
Someone must have done a real number on him
Must of made him feel the pain
That is how he got to ******* his players
and how he came to loving the game

She had a body that wouldn't quit
and was a looker all the same
She became the cheese for the trap
Making the men holler out her name
She says you cannot play a player
Who has already won the game
Cannot cheat a cheater
Who thinks the other is to blame

It seems everyone plays games
Promises are not kept...especially to ourselves
Lines are crossed time and time again
Which then resembles a tangled web
The web spins our dreams and hopes
Faster spin...spinning
Until those dreams become fears
That become thin...thinning
Until your left with just a string

starts off as a whisper in your ear
something you hunger to taste
something you long to feel
and something you yearn to see
Then becomes a tormented dream
something you ache to have
something you crave to savor  
and something that...
just can never **be

Up aloft
Mount malindang:
I tasted her syrup
I drank her tang.

She spoke Tagalog
I understood her slang;
I cut mine own wrist's
To taketh her pain's.

And in the sun
Neath the rain;
She couldst smile again
As ourn eye's stared, no blink.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication