Seasons have weathered
left footprints passing age
yet something is spared
to draw her in my gaze!

It's not as pink as first crush
nor red as primal yore
but white residue of dried brush
that makes me want not more!

I wonder if she knows it
when hold her in my gaze
not slowed a bit this heartbeat
my eyes don't see her age!

She wonders if I know it
when steals on me her look
the pages left are still sweet
love stays an unclosed book!

I wish I could write the poem
To make you fall in love with me
But I am still trying
To compose the one
To get me to love
Myself.

The desire I felt was all along a lie
A fool, I was naive to even try
I didn’t see past the handsome disguise  
He now sows the seeds of my demise  
Taking advantage with any chance  
Divulging my soul with every glance  
He soils whatever I know to be mine  
A ******* turmoil from the dawn of time  
Even my thoughts are thoughts I don’t make
And it feels like I’m dreaming when I am awake  
He may look like a man but he’s no human  
He turns all he encounters to ruin
He slays truths into tiny remnants of nothing  
What was is now lost-lies are more becoming

it was my body
broken and bruised
that you watched in vein
as blood oozed
down my shaking legs
headed to my feet
my heart so loud
you heard it beat
you watched my body
bruised and broken
listened to every word
I had spoken
yet still you felt
nothing close to love
just watched in vein
from high above
it was my body
you tore apart
because you never loved
me from the start.

"The sun sees your body but the moon sees your soul"