You are every poem that I could never read twice

It Hurts To See The Sidewalks
In Your City *Bleed

Her eyes are kind her heart is warm
She is a Rose, I am a Thorn
We catch and ride the wild steed
I’m so alive and she’s so free

In the gazebo we dance until dawn
Our bodies lay naked out on the lawn
Completely fulfilled and finally whole
I have no intention of her letting go

Wheels are turning my heart is yearning
A lust for life subconsciously burning
I breathe too deep and the dream is lost
I start the day with a secret thought

Perhaps she was fictional beyond conclusion
A kaleidoscope of colors, a beautiful delusion
If only to awake and find her near
Instead I sleep and gasp for air...

Escaping to a dream from reality
A place where I stick through time
Somewhere I can be free and be myself
A place where I can’t feel; can’t breathe
No fear of anything
No worrying for anyone
People might say I am Heartless
Not because I save people
Nor because I am fighting for them
Because I am frozen
Exhausted from life
Deprived of emotions
Drained of sanity
Decimated of insanity
But I am the opposite
I know I feel because I save people
I don’t worry; I care
I fight because they are worth fighting for
I shut out all distractions
Yes
Because I am free
Because I am frozen in my time
That is my true strength
This is my release
My name is Keith and this is my
Fairy Tale

You loved so many; yet hated so much
Others would hurt you; as you’d hurt your self
Like a blue flower blowing in the wind under cerulean sky’s
Enclosed and silent
Delicate to the touch
Harmless to the sight
You are scentless
Like a faint smile fading
An everlasting beauty upon you
When your heart opens it’s like a whirling maelstrom
A whole new you to explore
Poetry
Music
Love
Longing for someone to hold you without consequence
Love confounds you as it confounds me
Stitching yourself back together piece by piece
Each piece is like glass
Clear, shiny and defining
You are seamless
As if you were never broken
As if a drop of delicate water can still break you
Shattering in a billion pieces
But don’t cry
I know you are strong minded and strong hearted
For I have witnessed it
The only thing that can touch you now is love
It will slide down your body like red silk
Entwining you with something special
Obstacles wavered as if nothing were there
Free and profound
When bloomed in the morning
Hair blowing in the wind like an optical illusion
You are free and weightless
Like a silhouette dancing in the distance
Purged of the past
Dancing; flowing like an art form
Only beauty shines on your delicate skin
But still as silent as snow
You are my flower
My Morning Glory

That thing on your face isn’t real
It’s a joke
It’s a plaster of what you think is real
You think it makes you look beautiful
You think it defines who you are
You can’t get enough of it
Like heroine in a needle to the arm
Maybe you should wipe that plastered mask away
Maybe you should look into the mirror
See who you really are
See what you are
Cleanse your face
See the beautiful clean smooth skin
The bumps on your face add texture
Feels like ecstasy to the touch
The sunspots on your face are ****
Your beauty stimulates my eyes upon your naked face
Makes me want to gently kiss you
Makes me want to glide my fingertips across your skin
All over your face and feel you
With my bare lips
Leaving an impression
And
Hopefully you won’t break like fine glass