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Reina J Morris Jun 2013
If only you can reach my heart.
For there is so much to tell,
So much that has been left undone.
I’ve love so many times,
I’ve given so freely and was
Never given in return.
I vowed I would never love again,
For when I thought love was a friend,
It was but my enemy.
But here, I consent to this love anew--
With the chance of my heart of being torn.
I offer love so true and abandon
The many times my heart has been scorned.
If by chance you can reach my heart, to
Make it good and whole again, make
My heart smile once more--then you’ll
Be the one I’ll truly adore.
And so shall be the day when love
Decides to tear us apart--broken will
Be my heart, and when you come to
Sit by me, I will already have ceased to breathe.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
Reina J Morris Jun 2013
I could only feel within my heart
How many times it was torn apart.
How could I pretend not to let it show,
The many times a “you” had to go.
You tell me words I’ve already heard
To win me; actions speaks the truth
Louder than words.

Still I would like to try to believe in you.
I will close my eyes and picture us,
The two of us so much in love,
I will fill you up with my entire caress;
Female sunshine and nothing less.
And though I am so afraid of what
I feel, I need for you to tell me it’s real,
And I will try… I will try my best to
Believe in you.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
Reina J Morris Jun 2013
You only tell me things that you want to tell me, but I know differently.
You only let me get further than the limit you put out for me, but
I know that if I had the chance I can go further than you think of me.

I don’t understand why it’s so hard to let go of something that harms you,
I guess it’s because the saying must true; that when love finds you, it blinds you.
But I know a greater love that knows when to let me go when you’re heart
Is finally home;

It’s like learning to ride a bike for the first time; you use training wheels,
Then a supporter and when you’re ready, they let go and you’re on your own.

He doesn’t put up a wall with me or tells me what he thinks I want to hear,
He doesn’t put a limit to how far I can get, oh no, he lets me go further my dear,
And it was he who showed me the way to break free of the love that blinded me

Because it was he who showed me a greater love,
It was he who knew when to let go, let me be on my own,
It was he who knew when my heart was finally home.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morros
Reina J Morris Jun 2013
My legacy ends here,
I have no name to lend
Because I was born out of wed lock,
All I have is the shame to bend.

The truth comes out always
When the truth barer passes on;
What I believed to be a truth on my side
Turns out to be false pretense; nothing but a lie.

Who was my true parent, will I ever know?
One thing is for sure, I was not to be procured.
And that is apparently something hard to swallow
Because being born out of wed lock is so hollow.

My legacy ends here
I have no name to lend,
Except what was generated out of
Grammatical error has to die here in this era.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
This is in regards to my last name... for the past 30 years I've thought that this was actually my last name but two years ago I found out the truth.... I have a different last name of the unusual kind...I'll leave it at that.
Reina J Morris Jun 2013
How would you feel, if you were me?
Longing for something so sweet yet-
Knowing that something is not reality.

How would you feel, if you were me?
Trying to make someone see love is there yet-
Knowing that someone’s love is not the same pair.

Can you understand? Can you read my mind?
I would give you the whole world if it were mine.
Only to you and because of you.  Not just because of love.
Something that would be forever mine.

It really hurts when someone you love
Does not feel the same yet-you still say, “I love you!”
Without knowing or feeling a bit of shame.

You know what? I love you!  It is true.
But I would be more beautiful than I am now,
If only you loved me too.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
I didn't just writing this now, I've written this poem when I was a teenager in love for the first time, but he didn't feel the same way for me...******! But we are the best of friends today and better than we were back then... Wow!  it could have been like when harry met sally
Reina J Morris Jun 2013
You can’t hurt me anymore,
For I am invincible;
Away from you I am capable,
Capable to succeed and become free.

You can’t hurt me anymore,
For I have done what
Some find hard to grasp;
I found the strength to say
“Enough!” at last.

I’ve put you so far behind me--
I’m too far gone to be reached.
Only concentrating in what will be
So that I can believe.

Living in the present to prepare
For my future.
I’ve left the past all up to you
Because you can’t touch me at last.

You can’t hurt me anymore,
No more tale-tell bruises
To explain or the unbearable pain,
No more purples and blues that used
To cover my face, only happiness
And breathable air upon which
I now embrace.

No, you can’t hurt me anymore,
You can’t touch me anymore,
Today I’m the conqueror because
I’ve left you back there
The day I walked out the door.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
Reina J Morris Jun 2013
You know how funny it is—
When love is right in front of you
Yet—you can’t see
Because you have it set in
Your mind that you were blind to me,
I was way out of your league.
Boo, I loved you, but I didn’t exist to you!

You know how the pain in your heart
Feels, that pain which makes
You hurt, makes you weak, and
Not feel real,
Because love was looking for you
Yet—you threw it all away
Because you thought it wasn’t your day—
Silly you—I loved you, but I didn’t exist to you!

You know now what I mean
Because now you can’t understand
The way you see me, how I moved on
And in someone else’s arms—
Yeah, you know what I mean…it’s so hard
It seems that you can’t go on.
You’re without me and it kills
You to see it, boo how you lost me.
Because when I loved you, Stupid you—I didn’t exist to you!

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
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