Your voice used to warm my heart.
The sound takes me back,
All the way back to the start.
When my body was brand new,
I truly could not see through,
I always let them have their way.
I said no,
And you pressed on,
But not paying much attention,
To my pleas.
Other protests went unheard,
Never escaped my mouth,
The lines were always blurred.
I thought I was loved,
But that was untrue.
I was being shoved,
Into a small dark place.
A place where you could do,
All you desired to.
I let you have me,
Before I knew who I was.
the moon sleeps between your lips
pressed between two soft petals,
a delicate masterpiece is embedded within
your sleepy face,
at the stars as
they glimmer within your eyes
what can i say about such beauty?
about all that you are?
you are a night, magnificent in your wholesomeness
and breathtakingly sad when you break away
As I drift throughout fits of consciousness,
My soul flutters about the exposed space,
Its wings span out and glide gracefully.
Yet, so easily affected by nearing influences,
It instinctually dips low for a means of protection.
But when fear takes charge of its path,
Positives go undiscovered.
Perhaps fear debilitates reaping the potential warmth,
Another is radiating.
Maybe the individual’s soul is imbedded with good intentions.
Maybe the person’s heart is comprised of purity.
The sound of your voice,
Ignites a fire within me.
Gorgeous, dancing flames,
Replace the darkness inside my body,
Suddenly, I wince with pain.
The light falters,
As the realization hits:
My innards are being scorched.
At first, the flames displayed such beauty,
And blindingly dazzled.
I took no notice of the slow burning,
Charring my innocence.
Was the only way to put out the fire,
And slowly begin to heal.
Robbing you of your voice,
Means eliminating your existence,