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Hold her.

Hold her like she's the wind
Never letting go

Hold her like she's the sand
Rough, and ever so

Hold her like she's fire
Sacred and forever

Hold her like she's desire
Long after a funeral pyre

Hold her like she's a breath
The last fore your death

Hold her like she's the one
Meaning to come, and never to run


Hold her. Like You love her.

Love her. Like You do.
I love you.
                       because                     But                             
       over and over                                 I cant                    
     forgiving you                                      keep                 
         and me                                      following  
        me                                 this      
   hurting                       cycle    
    of you
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Flame
 Feb 2015 david mungoshi
ryn
.
•    
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
  pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me    
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-  
                                    fla-              sig-  
                                   me•             nia
                                     ­                     as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
.

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