I have lived a thousand lives and died a million deaths.
And somewhere in between, I finally found myself.
More and more every day
Everyday finding myself
In the sky
I would offer you a coffee
but even that can't warm your frozen heart.
Love never dies
Regardless of what people do
Tears cascaded down my face
as blood cascaded down your chest.
. ) ( ) (
( ) ) ( )
) ( ( ) )
( ) ) ( ( (
) ( )
there you are...sitting right across •
and here i am...fidgeting in my seat
•searching for words...but seeming-
ly at a loss•only the eloquence of
my racing, thumping heartbeat•
trading only in silent words and
coy gazes•mingling within the
tendrils of wafting steam•
divine moment as the
heart rapidly races•
over our hot cuppas, soaring into caffeine
Inspired by a topic in a chat earlier today.
I am the product of my mistakes,
attitude, the way to success,
sometimes they make me stronger
sometimes a sense of pain.
Poetry is just the thread,
that sneaks out of my face,
basting those feelings,
with the rest.