Through the narrow black hole to my soul,
there lies the truth behind these eyes.
A perspective that is unique from all the rest,
secure within my sacred chambers.

In each delicate heart of a soul,
the pain and joys are stored away.
Feelings that exist though not spoken of,
remain personal between one's self.

A secret of your own; one nobody knows,
can lead to agony and misery if untold.
Souls that cannot be as they are,
suffer from the torture they endure.

Each soul carries a sacred chamber,
of which they know the absolute truth.
Only the souls who cannot breathe,
hold a heart full of secrets.

My soul is tortured, for my heart is full,
no resolution has appeared to me.
Though I am granted the knowledge,
my life with you could not be.

Attempts have occurred more than once,
and still we have not succeeded.
The pain of this is stored inside,
buried as those are the facts of life.

As the realization slowly seeps into the mind,
my heart will ache in mourning.
The loss of your soul, pairing with mine,
is the pain I will carry with me to my grave.

My love for you will always exist,
though I may not be permitted, to love you as I did .
I will cherish your memories to live on in my heart,
safely kept so they won't perish, in my sacred chambers.

This passion,
mindless, careless, and free,
absorbs my heart, ever so strongly.

In it's grasp of fearlessness,
I am caught in a high,
rebelling, against a nature of shy.

Carried swiftly,
amongst this gentle breeze,
I am complacent to this ease.

A dash of curiosity,
develops a lethal combination,
rising above, to a new elevation.

Discoveries erupt,
inducing a state of wonder,
followed by outbursts of blunder.

Treasures,
subsequently arise,
although in careful disguise.

Traveled roads,
though may seem tainted,
only await, to be freshly painted.

Defined,
by colours and hues,
of a love, acknowledging the ques.

Endless,
our devotion will be,
knowing no depths, like the roots of a tree.

Together,*
we have found bliss,
upon this day, we will forever reminisce.

Fragments of thought dwindle,
cut into meaningless pieces,
the silence is cherished,
for inspiration has perished.

Struggling for expression,
yet empty remains the mind,
though my heart is eager,
visions fill of only cedar.

Unable to see beyond this,
I am frozen like a statue,
as the day fades into night,
the moon shines it's light.

Despite all of my attempts,
there is no give to my force,
the next time that we meet,
I will not admit defeat.

What can be said,
that hasn't been said already?
What can be done,
that hasn't been tried already?

It's the same white page,
though a different seat each time.
It's the same old feeling,
escaping through a different rhyme.

It's like the earth's rotation-
spinning endlessly.
It's like generations of music-
remembered timelessly.

Hitting every roadblock,
I keep fighting through.
Trying to find some way,
to release my truth.

These feelings I carry are mine,
but they do not belong to me.
They were acquired on sidelines,
of those that are dearest to me.

Watching, waiting, and hoping,
for those better days to come.
Empty promises of self-respect,
leaving with not even one.

What remains are harsh echo's,
of reassurance for you.
When the time finally came,
there was no follow through.

Once again, I invested myself,
into cares not of my own.
Once again, I bear this pain,
making solitude my throne.

I can't seem to find reason,
for why I constantly endure,
the torture of this life lesson,
that always seems to recurr.

Here I sit on the sidelines,
watching, waiting, and hoping.
Doing the best that I can,
to keep this pain from showing.

Wandering aimlessly among the unknown
Imprisoned within my mind,
Motions carried upon shores full of stone
A place to which my soul is confined,
Darkness lingers high above in the sky
Crisp silence fills the air,
Isolation brings a tear to my eye,
There is no pain that can compare.

The wind begins to blow through the trees,
As mother nature covers the land,
Through the air travels a sweet breeze,
While water covers the shores of sand.
Large rocks remain unmoved,
Soon I will follow to do the same,
My mental condition has not improved,
Still, I carry on without shame.

Near the other side of this place,
I have discovered a form of human life,
People carry about with a noticeable grace,
While others carry about in strife.
A pleasant sight this area has become,
Creating a peace like no other,
To these strong vibes I succumb,
But a dream, this could be another.

Unexpectedly, you appear late in the night,
There we met, in such a random location,
Before me you stood, speaking in many ways,
Through your eyes - a glimpse into your heart.

My attraction quickly increased for you,
My own heart captured by your innocence,
Your sweet ways understood by words,
Paired with excitement, my curiousity grew.

Seizing the chance to embrace you,
Delighted with your passionate results,
Intrigued by your shining personality,
Creating an imprint - uniquely fitting.

Amazed by your understanding of similarities,
Grateful to find relief within our conversations,
Thankful for life's unexpected opportunities,
Appreciating the pleasure of your acquaintance.

Your heart smiles upon bitter love,
Infinitely filled with good intentions,
Consumed by guilt for righteous actions,
Accepting responsibility of others pain.

Truly hoping that love smiles back,
Such a soul should be blessed greatly,
Wishing success for you in all paths,
Believing you will achieve your desires.

Once again, I find myself here,
hating the reflection in the mirror.

It brings tears to my eyes,
gazing upon my tiny size.

I once had some weight,
and it made me feel great.

Now, I am skin and bones,
riddled with different tones.

It saddens my soul,
that I can't feel whole.

I am ashamed, of what I see,
I wish that it wasn't me.

I want this cycle to end,
I want to break the trend.

How do I accept who I am,
this person they call Jam.

Promises spoken through soft words,
Of fantasies full of divine pleasures,
Your Grace, he says like a Queen,
I bring you these precious treasures.

I await my time alone with him,
Accepting of these offerings he brings,
Running wild with imagination.
I eagerly await these things.

Helpless to his powerful influence,
Surprised at my unusual behaviour,
Hoping to break this extended curse,
Praying you could be my saviour.

These feelings involve more than lust,
As you seem to have a heart of gold,
Comfort comes to my thoughts,
Through the strength of your hold.

You are the apple of my eye,
And the sun in my sky,
When your smile shines bright,
Everything feels just right.

If I could have it my way,
We would simply chat all day,
Continuously make you blush,
Getting you all hot and flush.

Babe, you are my only desire,
The precious fuel to my fire,
I can't get enough of you,
The beauty you hold is true.

You are the woman I adore,
That and then some more,
I'll tell you each and every day,
In my own special way.*

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

The darkness calls to me.

Luring me in,
with the temptation,
of solitude.

It whispers,
full of promises,
of escape.

I hear it sing,
as it encompasses,
everything.

I hear it laugh,
as the shadows,
dance.

It beckons me,
to be submerged,
willingly.

Attracting me,
with the release,
of pain.

I call to the darkness.

I can't escape these tears,
that shine when they fall.
I can't escape these fears,
in a shadow so tall.

I've cried so long,
only muffles seep out.
I've cried on and on,
full of eternal doubt.

I'll continue to weep,
'til the pain goes away.
I'll continue to cut deep,
'til my veins give way.

My tears are like,
never ending curls.
Precious and white,
tears of pearls.

The world is full of many souls,
where most have a pair of eyes.
Yet so many of these people,
cannot see through the disguise.

Time after time, and again,
these words have been spoken.
Our world is rooted in hate,
everything still remains broken.

When the world looks at me,
do they see what I see?
A member of our society,
fighting to live free.

When the world looks at me,
they see what they want to see;
They do not see me,
for who I am truly.

My heritage fights to exist,
we will not be silenced.
We will never cease to resist,
regardless of being distanced.

They have taken our land,
and so many of our people.
To this day we still stand,
and our hearts are hopeful.

Do not be blind, instead see me;
I am Aboriginal.
When the world looks at me,
do they know what I know?

Times have come so far,
and yet they're still dark.
They have moved the bar,
and ignited a spark.

For so long I could not love,
without being judged.
For so long I have cried tears,
living in so much fear.

Before you I stand,
with my love at my side.
This does not mean,
we don't have to hide.

We are not fully accepted,
in this world full of hate.
When the world looks at me,
do they see what I see?

Do not be blind, but see me;
I am a lesbian.
When the world looks at me,
do they know what I know?

My upbringing was plagued,
with misery and trauma.
I suffered three levels of abuse,
but that's just drama.

Punches, belts, fists and spoons,
but "stop your **** crying".
Verbal assaults following soon,
all telling me I am not worthy.

This life I have lived has hurt,
I tried many times to escape.
So stand before me and judge,
because despite it all, I will not break.

When the world looks at me,
do they see what I see?
When the world looks at me,
do they know what I know?

It is the blind, leading the blind,
they do not see.
Do not be fooled by the disguise,
look and see.

When I look into the world,
I will not judge it but rather see;
Our stories may be different,
but we are all one species.

I will stand for anyone,
who is being suppressed.
I will stand for anyone,
whose rights are not given.

I will stand for anyone,
who needs my support.
You may not see me,
but I am not blind;
I do see you.

Together we are one.

These empty days pass,
like clouds in the sky;
always moving onward,
one after another.

I dream often of feelings,
imagining scenarios,
with a vast space to fill,
I carry myself away.

In my thoughts, I explore;
feeding my desires,
creating, with pleasure,
a happiness tailored for me.

Such a little thing,
yet, so precious,
though it is not everlasting,
it helps me get through.

Upon first sight, I did not foresee this,
A chance to gain knowledge about you,
Never imagining we share similar histories,
A statement which could not be more true.

Enlightened through our few conversations,
Your reactions result in surprise,
The understanding that we truly are alike,
One I have recently come to realize.

Thoughts remain, pertaining to your call,
Spoken words imprinted on my mind,
Admittance surfaced of two individuals,
Which choose to live life so confined.

You possess many admirable qualities,
Rarely found within other males,
Your impression keeps growing stronger,
For your persistence never fails.

Intrigued by discovery, curiousity exists,
Guessing at what more there could be,
Pondering over other possibilities,
Of other ways you could be like me.

Pleasure lingers, caused by your delight,
As time has lapsed between connections,
Grateful to be that person, also to life itself,
As it carries us through new directions.

It was mid day,
When I went home for lunch,
Walking down the street,
The five of us in a bunch.

Hungry I was,
A girl in grade four,
I couldn't wait to eat,
Excited to step through the door.

Behold--it was ready,
A sandwich with peanut butter,
Little did I know,
It came with another.

Jam there was,
And I began to cry,
Forced to eat it,
I screamed why.

I don't like it I said,
As I sat down,
"Too bad then, starve",
I began to frown.

I threw a fit,
In front of the stairs,
And I checked the lock,
Although I didn't care.

I thought it was closed,
Turns out it was not,
Back flipped into the basement,
A mean cut I got.

I split open my head,
All because of the Jam,
But I came up laughing,
So funny I am.

I was going to be, so much more...
A little miss goody two shoes.
Someone called wholesome.
I would be the one to make them proud.
I was going to be, the light.

Instead, through life I became...
Jaded and so very bitter.
Tainted and well experienced.
I only ever made them disappointed.
It seems, I am the dark.

Once upon a time, so long ago...
I was a happy little girl.
That little girl did not survive childhood.
She was buried, deep inside.
She became lost and forgotten.

Replaced with ugliness, so long ago...*
I have ached for years.
Barriers crumble beneath the force.
My created strength, fails me.
I don't know who I am.

I look, but I don't see...
I don't see my reflection.
A stranger stands before me,
staring back deeply into my eyes.

I only see a woman...
a woman who isn't me.
Her skin is so tight to her face,
she is tiny like a child.

Lines are imprinted,
around her dry lips.
Dark circles encompass,
each end of her eyes.

Her cheekbones protrude-
the light hangs on the edge.
Her smile is weak and faded;
who is this person I see?

I don't want to look,
she saddens my heart.
I don't want to see reality,
staring into the mirror.

The stale air lingers,
Emptiness surrounds his heart,
Death is near, waiting.

We often wonder and question,
the meaning of life.
Focusing our attention,
on a three letter word.

The flaw in our nature;
endlessly analyzing.
With a need to understand,
and be reassured.

A vast ocean of opinions,
each an interpretation.
Never truly certain,
of what remains unknown.

Blinded with ungratefulness,
our gifts' wasted; unnoticed.
Failing to recognize,
the kindness shown.

The sun on this warm day,
shed's light to a new dawn.
Embracing this found focus,
not on why, but W.H.Y.

Wisdom, Humor, Youth.
To live each day wisely,
as eagerly as a child,
laughing until you cry.

They say, that the storm will blow over.

Before it does, the rain will try to drown you.
The strong winds will try to push you.
The surrounding clouds will try to limit you.
The darkness will try to consume you.

Do not surrender to the storm. For if you hold strong and keep rooted, the storm will blow over, rather than blowing you over.

They say, that time heals all wounds.

The time does not heal you or set you free.
In the concept of time, perception is the key.
Will it be your friend, or your enemy?
It is not with you, nor against thee;
it is a gift, that comes with no guarantee.

Do not be fooled by time. For it is not objective; what you do with the unknown time given to you, can be full of endless possibilities.

They say, that good things come to those who wait.
Though this is true, not without challenges along the way.
It cannot be said with an exact amount of days.
Those who are waiting, had a price to pay.

Do not lose faith in the Universe. Things happen as they will, but you will see brighter days ahead.

They say, that love is blind.
Overlooking behaviours, choosing to disbelieve.
The trust line broken, unable to receive.
Peering into the eyes, yet still deceived.

Do not be confused by this. It is not blindness, but unconditional love - that we accept their faults, have hope and believe it exists within them, for this is Love.

They say, that you are your own worst enemy.
Never underestimate the power of the mind.
Learn self-love and discover what you find.
Judging and criticizing is but a waste of time.

Do not succumb to fear. For your thoughts are a powerful thing. You have overcome many struggles.

They say, that life is short.
So take each day as a blessing.
Life is made of moments and lessons.

Take chances! You never know where they will lead you.

So..there's this girl....
that I cannot avoid,
inside and out,
she is destroyed.

So, this girl...
I see everyday-
it's too difficult,
to live this way.

Sometimes, this girl,
comes close to danger;
igniting my temper-
this close stranger.

Sometimes..this girl...
just needs a friend,
someone to care,
not pretend.

Except, this girl...
doesn't make it easy,
always giving excuses-
big, little *****.

So, this girl...
a test of my patience,
making it harder;
we have no relations.

It was told to me that,
eyes are the window,
through to ones soul.

When I look inside of hers,
I want to be the one,
that makes her whole.

Believing in life's mysteries;
I was somehow guided,
to my perfect woman.

Anytime I think of her,
in my heart I know,
she is my true one.

Our hearts; quite the pair,
higher capacity levels,
of putting others' above.

Every twinkle in her eyes,
will be a reflection,
of my devoted love.

Each time that she smiles,
hidden in her thoughts,
I claim responsibility.

In the eyes of this artist,
my Queen is a beauty,
to be loved delicately.*

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

My eyes have opened,
to find that a new day is in motion.
As I roll out of comfort,
I am pulled abruptly into a state of anger-
all the result of a notification.

As sudden as sleep came the night before,
I am surging with adrenaline.
In record time,
I am awake and prepared.

Prepared for the moment that has been capturing my thoughts.

The time is now, but not as planned.
Still, it will do.

I venture my course, making way to my destination.
I am ready.
It is now or never.

Anticipation ceases as this satisfactory moment approaches,
now that I have arrived.

As I seek out the source of this nonsense,
with intent to unleash my anger,
I am quickly disappointed.
The source is not available.

Desperate for my relief, I am determined to find an outlet.
Moving down the chain- the notifier will do.

Finally, my moment is here.

She initiates the conversation,
to which I respond with silence.
My first expression of my dissatisfaction towards them.

She offers an opening and I become rude.
Immediately demanding an answer to this absurdity.
As I allow myself to be taken by the heat inside,
she becomes fearful and begins taking my moment from me.

She is ending the conversation,
though I have not said all that I have been waiting for.

This is wrong.
This is not my moment.
This was not the plan.
It was suppose to be smooth and gratifying.

Yet,
it was unexpected and displeasing.

All that time spent patiently waiting, only to have my moment stolen again by the same thieves.

Like before, I am left with nothing.
Nothing but emotions and a full plate to worry about.

As young children,
we most desired toys.
How precious they were,
on every occasion that gave.

We cherished our toys,
for the joy they brought.
Showing them off to others,
so proud of what we had.

But, eventually...
we grew tired of them.
Sometimes quickly,
they became worn and old.

Our interest elsewhere..
all the new toys out there.
Nobody wants used toys,
they're no good anymore.

It has to be shiny and better,
that's much more exciting.
So we discard our old toys,
after we've played them out.

She is obsessed with toys,
and I am her doll...
but now I am old and worn,
and playtime is over.

Public transit, a nightmare.
Yet there I sit, going through my day.

The music in my ears, a trigger.
A thought...

Grade four, and it's lunch time.
My brother and I, are at home.
There we stand before him, waiting.

Then the blow.
Each a fist to the forehead...
the wall - our security - it holds us up.

I can't remember why...
Why he did it.
Why we deserved it.

A tear nearly escapes, as other's board the bus.

Like a train, they're connected.
One follows another.
The next thought, unwanted.

The day, unclear.
About twelve years of age.
A day I will never forget.

At the bottom of the stairs,
he cried out in pain,
and I was helpless.

He beat him,
she did nothing in fear,
and we all heard, helpless.

The song has changed,
and the next thought follows.

She was maybe ten,
she did nothing wrong,
but she upset him somehow.

He grabs her, picking her up,
then throws her sideways,
at the bedroom wall.

She falls onto the futon,
and I stand in dismay.
Why? I don't understand.

I can't do this.
I can't think about it.
I have to move on.
It's a new day, and I'm trying.

Trying to get through the day.
Trying to get past this trauma.
I can't cry in front of these people.
I can't let it in right now.

Can they see me?
Do they know what's happening?
Am I wearing it on my face?

I take three deep breathes,
and steady my heart.
I clear my mind and say;
Let it go. Focus on today.

I repeat once more.
Three deep breathes;
Let it go, focus on today.

*Did anyone see me?
Did they notice?

...no one saw me.
Thankfully.

The allure of simplicity fades,
For this inner turmoil is complex,
I have no creative release,
Or satisfying means to express.

Like the merry-go-round, I spin,
Feeling a sickness in my core,
For each battle that I lose,
I become more invested in my war.

Pleading for the hiding strength,
To appear in my times of need,
Familiar enemies I am facing,
Those of love, hate and greed.

A cycle of vicious confusion,
Has brought me great pain,
Leaving an unsettling doubt,
To forever stir, and remain.

I often say that you can never truly know who a person is, no matter how long you know them.

The people we are, or who we were,
Are not the same as the people we become.

I have known my best friend for 13 years, and she is a constant in my life. This woman I know.

I know how kind she can be, or when things bother her- even if she hasn't said it aloud.

I know how we laugh together, at stupid things, and stupid people.

I know she loves me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This other woman, the one I loved however...

After three years,
YOU are finally showing your true colours.

I do not know you, but did not claim to know you ever.

You told me who you were,
And who you wanted to become.

I loved you for all of you. The person you were, the person you are and the person you could be.

Even though, I did not fully know you.

I supported you when you had no one, I inspired you when you felt hopeless.

I helped you to see the light, when I suffered in the dark.

I gave to you, before I gave to myself, always.

They say love is blind, it is true; I loved you.

But to YOU,
I was only an infatuation, that suited you well at the time.

You took and took, and would tell me daily how it was not enough.

You dwelled on negativity and losses, never making it easy to see the light when I needed it.

You leaned on me and shed your worries, as I gained more, helpless.

You relied on me to solve everything, like a child looks to their mother.

You wanted and wanted, so I gave and gave. You took and thought nothing of it.

It was never enough.

I began to see your ways, and still I could not refuse you.

I hoped you were becoming the person you said you wanted to become.

I hoped I was making a positive difference in your life.

I was wrong; I enabled you.

I let you take advantage of me, until I had nothing to give to myself.

That has ended. With that end, came so many more.

You are not my lover, nor ever will be again. You are not my solitude, you were only confinement.

You are not the one who brings me joy, only aggravation.

You are not my friend, and you never were.

You are the woman who has two faces.

One face is shown when a person is of use to you. The other face is shown when they're no longer useful.

YOU will never know true happiness, only the facade you create.

You may have caused me pain, but you have taught me.

I may have fallen, but now I rise.

This chord twanged,
as that chord is plucked.
The bow strikes again.
And again ... and again, still.

The notes, ringing high,
then abruptly, ringing low.
Fervently producing sound;
this one woman orchestra.

Strike, after strike, after strike,
...my finger tips bleed.
Sweating out my soul-
playing this sonata.

First verse, Second verse,
and now the Chorus.
Third verse, Fourth verse,
and again, the Chorus.

Fifth verse, sixth verse,
and then ... the Chorus.
Always coming back,
to the same, old Chorus.

The conclusion draws near,
always the most awaited.
How will it happen?
What will I feel?

Her eyes are a pure soft green,
The window into her soul,
Her beauty shines beyond mother nature,
Peering in, brings a feeling of whole.

Each emotion that we embrace,
Are visible as she stands still,
The intensity exceeds all comprehension,
Dazed into ecstasy minus the pill.

Tragedy marks its place upon her,
Wearing away her supple youth,
Her strength devours her pain,
Exiling any hints of the truth.

Though her presence is overwhelming,
She suffers a pain unbearable to all,
She weeps in utter mourning,
As death casts a shadow so tall.

Isolated beyond the perimeters forsaken,
Torn by her desire to be fed with life,
Slowly piece by piece she is taken,
Roughly cut away with a dull knife.

Though she knows hope it is lost to her,
For the facts overpower her silly thoughts,
Cursed with a lack of love for beauty,
For all the wrong things she sought.

Do they know, what it’s like?
Visuals emerge, inside my head…

People everywhere, pushing,
No one watching, no one caring.
My throat…closing.
Suffocation. Anxiety.

The noise - there’s too much.

Screaming, laughing, yelling,
It fills every space in my mind.
I have no escape.
Claustrophobia. Anxiety.

They’re everywhere I turn…

Those noticing ask, are you okay?
Everyone looks at me. Stop staring!!
I can’t breathe...something’s rising inside.
Anger. Embarrassment. Anxiety.

There’s no where to go, no place to run.

Questions, Questions, Questions…
Why? Why not? You have to…
The pressure, the force –  it's building within.
Overwhelmed. Ashamed. Anxiety.

Do you really know, what it’s like?

Be thankful you don’t walk,
Even a mile in these shoes.
Because then you might understand,
What it’s like, to have to choose...

Alone in my empty home,
Because I just couldn’t embrace,
A tradition in which family partakes...
No Stampede Breakfast, just isolation.
Sadness. Depression. Anxiety.

Do they really know…..what it’s like?

I can smell your sweet cologne,
and my heart aches...

A warm flood of tears rush,
knowing that I cannot hold you,
or feel the warmth of your comfort,
for you are not next to me...

The place of beauty is your home,
surrounded by loving family.

The place of greed has become mine,
adapting so effortlessly...wanting,
all of you.

Another whiff of your cologne,
keeps the flood flowing...

As I face your side of the bed,
staring at the void that is left,
I sink deeper into despair...
with my need growing stronger.

Feeling as if I will not survive,
this uncontrollable flood,
quickly becomes heavier...
weeping for your presence.

I need to look into your eyes...
those gorgeous windows of yours,
to see that beautiful soul beneath;
to have my tranquility.

I need to be held in your arms...
listening to soft whispers of love,
experiencing that new feeling,
of being completely whole.

Only to my torture do I dare,
to brave another whiff...

I am reminded with wet warmth,
of how much I need you by my side.

I miss you like crazy...
as my broken flood gates,
have revealed.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

You are one broken human. I'm sad for you.
If only you could have loved me broken, in the pieces that I carry...
Maybe then I could have help putting myself together,
Instead of walking by your side, devoted to your happiness,
Only to be sitting here again, with more pieces this time.

You are more ****** than I thought.
In all that time, you never got to know the real me...
You can't accept that I am not your perfect,
No matter how hard I tried to be,
I am more ****** than I thought too.

Just the weak ones
Stand by your side when you have nothing, or no one.
Make several attempts and compromises for our success.
Make the hard decision to say enough is enough, and let love go.
Walk away with this pain in my heart, knowing it's for the best.

Just the weak ones
Give in to temptation, and the want to be desired.
Betray your trust and faith.

I am weak
I have had enough of you putting me down,
trying to change the person I am, that you don't like, into a person you would.
I am tired of wondering whether you want me and aching for affection.
I am tired of being tired with my life.
I am tired of not feeling loved.*

I am human, I do wrong, but I aim for right.
You are far from perfect yourself, but I loved every bit of you.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

Soft whispers of air, pass through his lips,
Standing still, her vision is full of only this.
Each time that his mouth moves, to form a word,
She thinks to herself, this is surely absurd.

Her heart begins beating, hard and rapidly,
Yet she endures this suffering, quite happily.
Aware of every muscle, as her knee's weaken,
She is completely ignorant, of any beacon.

While captured in the depths, of his green eyes,
He gently pulls her in, taking her by surprise.
The warmth and strength, from his pale hand,
Causes further curiosity, of this perfect man.

His hand moves slowly, up the nape of her neck,
Sweet lips to her cheek, leaving only a peck.
Inside she cries, yearning for suppression,
Wild hunger, eats at her like depression.

As he stands before her, tall and strong,
She remains oblivious, to all that is wrong.
Her heart took a step, then fully leaped,
Into a love, which black poison has seeped.

This never-ending moment, has finally passed,
She cracks, then shatters; as fragile as glass.
Her anger swells, as she knows better than this,
Her fate was sealed, with a single tempting kiss.

Though your words are sung,
And my words are spoken,
It can still be heard in our voices,
That our hearts were once broken.

Through all of this pain,
We seem to search for one thing,
Someone who can understand,
How much we are suffering.

Like the moon shining on the water,
We reflect our pain inside,
Though it is hard to face,
It is not something we try to hide.

As we embrace our experiences,
Of our hurt, pain and sorrow,
Through your words emotionally sung,
We look forward to tomorrow.

The simplicity of relating,
Amazes my mind to no end,
A therapeutic release,
Of not having to pretend.

Thus, I give my thanks to you,
not only for being true,
but for your beauty and grace,
along with the smile on your face.