Falling In Love
It’s a downward spiral.
Everything spinning
And yet despite all
The bruises we get
As we crash into the cliffs
The splash at the end
And what’s left of the mist
Is more than enough
To suffice the need
Of the neediest lovers
Whoever they may be.
But when the mist coincides
And the water lays still
Is there anything left
But the bruises that didn’t heal?
So the fall starts again
And the sores multiply.
The heart begins to tear
And the soul begins to cry.
As the bruises become cuts
And the cuts become scars
We fall out of love
And become who we are.

It seems, such a sad solstice.
This day, is filled with such bitter bliss.
Of beauty, as the trees give away their leaves.
Their joy, as the colors bless the breeze.

A hand held makes a heart hot,
When the hand that is held holds a heart and knows not.
Hells fire rise, flood the levy,
When her hand holds not his and his heart grows with envy.
The rush, the uproar, the rage, no more!
The fire grows higher as heart prepares for war.
Dark eyes stricken with lusting desire,
Dropping Cupid's for arrows of fire.
As war wages on, heart's fire turns to ice.
A chill that no love, shall ever suffice.

I'm sorry,
I'm not the boy I used to be.
I'm a man that can't tell if he's standing or falling.
Weighed down by chains that used to be comforting.
Challenging change that seems to be calling me.

I'm holding on to the past and embracing the future.
I envision the crash and the outcome that is unsure.
Bring on the fire, but leave me my comfort
Cause I just don't think I could make it without her.

I've got this weight on my shoulders, everythings getting colder,
Ya know its hard to stand straight when shes pulling me over.
I just want to be warmer, someone set me to smolder,
and when I catch fire I'll hold my composure.

Watch the world fall to pieces and when it all ceases
I'll pick it back up and smooth out all the creases.
I'll look back at my work and wonder the reasons,
Remember the fire, but never release it.

If I had to spend eternity in a room,
I'd want you there.
Of everyone I've ever met,
I think I'd enjoy you the most.
You make me smile more than anyone.
You leave me laughing all the time.
Everything makes me think of you.
I wish I had the choice to be locked in
a room with one person for eternity,
Just so I could pick you.

I can't imagine how hard it would be,
To hold the heart of a poet.
I can only imagine the words that I'd read
Would start with a passion un-stoic.

Dreaming delights and sweet spring days,
Starry summer nights and skies without grey,
Words that whisper warmth and want,
That'd speak of love so nonchalant.

Then slowly or suddenly things would stop.
Maybe then a poem.  A rain drop.
Then another, and another, and another.
A secret tempest witthin my lover.
The lightning, the thunder, I'd feel it but never see
The full extent of the storm she was writing.

Then, at last, through the dark depths of night
She might spot herself a little candle light,
And dream that it was a sweet spring day.
And that's all it'd take to whisk her away...

I can only imagine the words that she'd write
As she pull away and head toward the light.
I can't imagine how hard it would be,
To watch as my poet walked away from me.