If only I had the syllables to confess,
My heart and soul to you.
A thousand words wouldn't be enough,
To expose myself unto you.

Never before had I been beguiled,
By something so extraordinary.
Like a ray of sunshine; bewildered by the light,
Longing to touch it's gentle warmth.

And it was like the world was one dim place,
Filled with pretension and evil,
*Before I met you.

You* ignite the fire within me-
And it blazes red.

We are taught not to play with fire,
So I can't be liable,
**If I burn you.

Her dreams were tantalisingly alarming,
So wayward and distant,
That most doubted her potential to fly--
To raise herself up,
Untouched by the slander,
Of those who misjudged her wings.
She knew that some people were beautiful, vivacious spirits,
And that the rest were just the illusion of it.
The futile judgement and condescension the world projected was inept:
For she believed she could be anything.

*Anything she dreamed of.

Life does not consist
In the abundance of possessions.

Nor Love
In the abundance of words.

everything was new

and then we,
cursed
were trapped -
not in hatred,
or spite

but indifference.

please wonder.

Lying just beneath the surface
Breathing without movement
Waiting for discovery
The life that lies within