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865 · Sep 2013
Down at Sea
Mona Schweikle Sep 2013
The seas are deep and heavy,
and we cannot control where it all goes.
The seas are wide and windy,
but never take your eye off what you chose.

We learn from the ones we fear,
and we learn from the ones we hate
but with every fire back, we fly further out
and we leave behind all our pain and weight.

You are so young little girl,
there is so much for you to see and you to learn.
let your confused mind and heart take you
wherever you may go, but know which way to turn.

Love someone when you are ready,
not when you are lonely.
Because all the loneliness will drag you down to sea,
like an anchor, still and motionless for eternity.
513 · Sep 2013
Things for you
Mona Schweikle Sep 2013
I wish I could dance.
I wish I could dance like the girls in the opera house. I wish I could express my feelings for you in every move I make, and every time I inhale, I wish you could see my heart pounding during the steps I take colliding with the rhythm.
I wish I could paint.
I wish I could paint like all great artist combined, because that is what you deserve. I wish I could paint out the love with every brush stroke, and every time I dip into new paint, I wish you could see it's like loving you all over again.
I wish I could sing.
I wish I could sing like the prettiest birds in the sky. I wish I could sing so loud, that it reaches you on the other side of the world. I wish my voice is as beautiful as the look in your eye, and every time I do, I wish you would look at me like I look at you, with endless love.

I wish I could do all that to make you love me. But I can't. I can't do any of it. But I still hope, someday you will take me as I am. Someday, I will be enough for you. I wish one day, all the things I wished I could do for you wouldn't matter anymore.
458 · Sep 2013
I Miss
Mona Schweikle Sep 2013
The grouping of words you use
and how our hands are locked together.
How our legs are intertwined
and how you hold me tighter.
How I bury my face in your neck
and how you comb through my hair.
How your right hand is stroking my back
and how you kiss me on my forehead.

How you gently move away
and look me in my eyes.

The grouping of words you use
breathless and real.

— The End —