Everywhere I go, each step I take
it is only your face, your laugh
that I ever see
closing my eyes to rest
the ripping and shredding
of my heart, I only see
you.
How I fell and how safe it felt
cursing myself for believing
once more that my heart
guarded as it is
my wellspring of all life
choosing to say
okay.
Be gone the protection
weaponry, armoury and
letting her smile, generosity
of heart, comfort and ******
my naive self, love is blind
as we spoke whispers of
love.
Calling myself a crazy girl
in love, maybe I imagined
the realness of the encounter
trying to believe she's just
another girl who I love
no different than lovers
past.
But she'll never be just another
my love for her deeper than
all those others who reached
inside my body grasping
my soul, always forgotten
drifting away, like all the others
gone.
I really am the forgotten girl.
© Sia Jane
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"For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world."
Henry Miller
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
Everywhere I go, each step I take
it is only your face, your laugh
that I ever see
closing my eyes to rest
the ripping and shredding
of my heart, I only see
you.
How I fell and how safe it felt
cursing myself for believing
once more that my heart
guarded as it is
my wellspring of all life
choosing to say
okay.
Be gone the protection
weaponry, armoury and
letting her smile, generosity
of heart, comfort and ******
my naive self, love is blind
as we spoke whispers of
love.
Calling myself a crazy girl
in love, maybe I imagined
the realness of the encounter
trying to believe she's just
another girl who I love
no different than lovers
past.
But she'll never be just another
my love for her deeper than
all those others who reached
inside my body grasping
my soul, always forgotten
drifting away, like all the others
gone.
I really am the forgotten girl.
© Sia Jane
----
"For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world."
Henry Miller