Your words become waves
As they gently kiss the barriers of my mind,
I've always admired the stillness of the ocean
As it carries cowardly sailors back to shore,
For the depths of my ocean  dehydrates weak minds
And drowns those who swim with closed eyes,
But I like how your words tip toe when you speak
I often wonder about the fragile thoughts your lips will never mutter,
But I will remain wading
For the day you'll skinny dip
Your way into my ocean,
Till then I'll admire your presence
On your midnight walks as you  visit my shore.

He sent me to another place,
A place of nirvana
Still and peaceful
But still affectionate
Such a pleasurable experience
Lost in a mystery
Wondering what he was thinking
Cause my mind is stuck in a singular opinion
That all this is for the surface gain than a deeper reasoning

He is a special soul
Deeply crafted
And I'd love to one day enter the centre of his deepest thoughts
But I don't think he will want to feel my troubled soul

I lay on his chest, listening to the racing beat as I cherish the small infinity with me.
I wished it was longer
And I wish I could have entered his mind just to watch the various thoughts go by.
Was he just thinking of my curves or was he more devoted to wanting to make a deeper connection
I didnt know, but I wanted to
I still do
But maybe that night is all him and I get together.

Now I feel what the lyrics mean
Now I understand the emotions behind the poetry
Now I've defined the art by the artists
Now my heart sings in time with the violins
Now I have become a reflection of the girl you in movies
Who loved and lost
And has to let it go
Since he has moved on

Now I understand there are unsaid prayers through tears
The agony of wanting what someone  now has
Of loosing what someone has just found
Of missing

But now I start to find God
I find comfort and love
Now I seek God
Now I find the meaning of life
Now I see the light at the end of the tunnel

Me darkness and light all happen now
Now

Be the good woman that is hard to find
And worth much more than diamonds.
Proverbs 31:10

I am not a poet
Just a complicated passionate soul.
Each word I write is an extract from my heart
You don't need to understand
Just feel my heartbeat..

I speak words
You don't understand
A language of mysteries
From readings of my hand

I speak of a future
You speak of a past
I speak of a freedom
You speak of a prison
I speak of happiness
You speak of a depression

I speak words of life and I live
You speak words of death
and you die yet  still breath

I fell in love with him
But he wasn't ready for that.
Wasn't ready for me.
Wasn't ready for love.

Then a few years later

He fell in love with me.
But I wasn't ready for that.
Wasn't ready for him .
Wasn't ready for love .