All I could see is a face of uncertainty
A poker face that has me curious
So serious and mysterious
I long for your presence
The best thing I can do is imagine your appearance
Killing these feelings are harder than anticipated
I yearn for your voice
I have no choice but to accept
What I desire
Is forbidden and must be hidden
That I must tame this fire
That has me engulfed in flames
Leaving me to be anguish
That we are no longer speaking the same language
And for that I can endure no more
So I will lay lifeless on this floor
And dream of a love that doesn’t ignore
This poor fool

Oh how I wish, I could have chose another
Nights like these,
are the times you act like a disease
First, you make me sick like an anemic
and around you, all I feel is fatigue
Tired of the endless days,
Where I have to stay
and console away
because you two cannot act like parents.
It is apparent that after twenty-five years
the tears running down my face are still the same.
Just like the shame I have,
when you two can't behave

To describe her would be like looking at a waterfall.

From afar, she captures your attention
and up close you feel the mist
known as her presence embrace you.

Without a doubt, she is a beauty
and her voice gushes warmth and intensity.

However, when you get closer,
She is soothing like a water stream
and once inside,
playfulness arises.
Inside the water I am,
can’t breathe,
it’s like I swam in the most cavernous cascade ever.

I am drenched with fear as I go under the fall,
but as I further explore I am blocked by this stonewall.

I have learned to forgive, love, and overcome.
Others haven't, so I consider myself lucky.
Things happen for a reason, so I've heard.

I have friends who tell me their stories of misguided love, confused only in a way to be brought together by rapture.
That re-kindling feeling among each other
They go back to each other as lovers.
I've seen it all, been through the fall,
from sunset to dawn,
I've seen it all.

I write this because I just want to tell it how it is.
You can write your opinion, fact, or experience, but it's all the same.
You're just like every other person in the world.

Like the leaves falling down the tree
I am dying inside.
Little by little, I am dismembered
And I don’t remember how it feels to be whole again
Because in this hole that I have,
I don’t feel
Nor grieve
I just see.
And act how society wants me to be,
Weak and afraid
But also brave with tears running down my face.
And in case you haven’t noticed,
I’ll need time to adjust
For what I experienced
Seems to be a part of every woman’s existence.

Because you are one of a kind, hard to understand, yet you keep me balanced.

Walking across the sand, listening to the waves that come back and forth.

I wonder if I'm worth your time.

Glistening stars all around, you make me smile without making a sound.

As we peacefully sit down, I try and understand where you're coming from.

I put myself out there like an open book while you're a locked diary.

Only opened with a key and that has me thinking what can we be.

Moments where you want to be alone that's where I want to come along the most.

It's your warmth that brings me in, but it's your affection that makes me spin across the room.

Then how you can change from one mood to another
leaves me confused as to whether

I should stand my ground and stay strong
or come down and try to find out what's wrong
till you push me away

with words like I'm okay,
I'm fine,
when we both know their lies.

Sometimes it's the way we misinterpret each other,
but then again we are lovers.

Have you ever wanted something so bad?
And by that, I mean someone.
In the most cliché way, I can say.
That in another universe or time
You would have been mine.

Love me
Like I’m the last person in the universe
put me on a pedestal, and I’ll be yours
Love me now
Propose me with vows
and I’ll allow you inside
but be warned, the slightest lie
and I will die
Then I’ll deny
and look into your eyes
to repeat the day
You turned my soul gray

I want to talk about her lips
The way her curves accentuate her hips
Her walk is so demanding,
I love pursuing her when she’s walking.
The only thing more exotic than her smile
is that high waist skirt that I keep staring at for a while.
Her high pitched voice is my favorite sound
If it was my choice, I’d hear it all year round.
Dreams are the new playgrounds
Her body is a wonderland
And I just want to swing back and forth.
Before the the clock strikes 12,
I am under her spell.
First, you came in close.
Then, I froze.
and in that moment, I desired friction
but it wasn't in my jurisdiction.
so here I am, left with this depiction
poems allow me to release tension
so here’s my expression,
but also my inner intentions.

Fight for love
Even though you’ve had enough
And when your heart starts to break
Remember this

Breathing isn’t an option
Because to love, is to breath naturally
And my dear you are the air I breathe
Without you, I am nothing but a vessel
An entity, that only exists upon your gaze
My love for you burns intensely  
As fire is to wood
You are everything I desire
And everything I admire
My love you are so fine
I couldn’t believe you were mine