Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
And you, you are gold dust, scattered perfectly, Between the seams of my existence, And you sparkle and shine, withstand the tests of time, As you listen and remind me, Your love is irrevocable, Unstoppable, And i, I am incapable, to withhold, your insatiable, burning light, you put the stars to shame And the world to rights As you glitter and i hold you tight, In fright of you slipping through the cracks, In my heart, Where others have took pieces, Left their mark. And you, you take these frayed seams, These broken dreams and sow Together something unbelievable, Inconceivable. And i hold you in my hands, sifting the idea, of no expectations or demands. You form a safe landing, With you i am standing, on the edges of the shore, Always left wanting more, and your eyes they soar, through my veins, as you demolish the remains of my past, And i pray, this isn't too good to be true, I pray this will last. And you free me, Your understanding, your loyalty, allow me to be, all i can be. And you, You tell me Im a beauty, But all that i am, Darling, I owe to thee.
0
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
all that i am, i owe to thee
And you, you are gold dust, scattered perfectly, Between the seams of my existence, And you sparkle and shine, withstand the tests of time, As you listen and remind me, Your love is irrevocable, Unstoppable, And i, I am incapable, to withhold, your insatiable, burning light, you put the stars to shame And the world to rights As you glitter and i hold you tight, In fright of you slipping through the cracks, In my heart, Where others have took pieces, Left their mark. And you, you take these frayed seams, These broken dreams and sow Together something unbelievable, Inconceivable. And i hold you in my hands, sifting the idea, of no expectations or demands. You form a safe landing, With you i am standing, on the edges of the shore, Always left wanting more, and your eyes they soar, through my veins, as you demolish the remains of my past, And i pray, this isn't too good to be true, I pray this will last. And you free me, Your understanding, your loyalty, allow me to be, all i can be. And you, You tell me Im a beauty, But all that i am, Darling, I owe to thee.
Losthourssacredmemories
Written by
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem