It was dark and cold. The
sea was my only home.
The waves almost eroded
my lonely bones. I cried
and ached. But this was
the result of my past mistakes.
It was hard to take. But i
held on fate. That there will
be a better place. Where the
sunshine pours on one's skin.
And the leaves fall for you on
the floor. Where the flowers talk
about love. And the wind carries poetry that used to be written
back then in the old centuries.
Where i'll find a man who holds
me with care and plays with
my chocolate brown hair. Where
he'd kiss me when I'm scared
and mend my chest and bones.
I held on fate the way a child
holds on his moms big thumb.
Met a boy who climbed up a
ladder in the middle of a raging storm. Held a hand out and told
me to go downstairs to his
home. Where the weather is
warm and the dark is gone. He
took me to a place where i
thought only existed in the back
of my brain. He took me home
and into his heart. And i said
you must be the heaven they
speak of found on earth. I love
you boy. And I love that hand
that rescued me from the dark.
Hold still now and let me kiss
your lips and pure heart. Together
we can make fine art with both
of our stories and sparks. And
sing a song a song of love a song
about the melodies we have
trapped deep down in our
innocent young hearts* ~