I can still feel your sweet kisses on my lips,
I can see the lids of your eyes closed.
Such passion in your kisses,
As if you had waited years for my lips.
Your hand caressing my cheek,
Such sweet tenderness.
We laid down and indulged in the pleasure of our lips.
Then you pulled away,
Stared at me in a way.
That I had never been stared at before.
All while grabbing my hand and tenderly kissing it.
I miss it.
We were in perfect sync.
Our bodies moved and nothing was retained.
We needed each other.
My mouth grew hungry for your kisses,
You didn't stop either.
I have never felt such feelings when I kiss someone,
Your are the only one.
You make me feel like my body is elevated,
Traveling over me and looking at the beautiful scenery.
I long for you,
I've tried to feel how I feel with you .
But I can't my heart hurts when I try.
My heart belongs to you,
And it's been that way all along.
I was blind to not see where it belonged.
You hate me,
Despise me.
And I'm stuck with this feeling that kills my heart.
It makes me cry.
Why do you kiss me with such passion?
Is it payback?
Is it a lie?
No it isn't a lie,
You can't lie that connection we have,
Those looks you gave me,
It wasn't rehearsed .
Are you punishing me?
Don't punish me , I wouldn't hurt you.
Not again.
It's hard to believe but I really wouldn't.
I always thought of you,
I looked for you.
Now that I found you,
And had you.
You seem to let me go.

Constantly blasting my music in hopes of losing my hearing
so maybe then I'll stop hearing the ghost of your voice

if I told you that you have the looks of a Da Vinci painting
that your skin was soft as the canvas on which he was Raining his ideas
what would you do?

If I told you that your curvaceous body was vivid in its design
that being around me as you are, and not playing a role to try to please was just fine
if I wanted to tell the whole **** world you were mine... what would you do?

If I said that your hair sat like a little trophy
that every time I kiss your cheeks I love when they get all rosy
that your lips are soft and warming
like coffee early in the morning
what would you do?

if I said... that I'm falling hard for you
that I haven't like this in forever because it's true
that I've been hurt before
and I swear my heart just keeps on yearning for more...

what would you do?

Spoke to a near and dear friend today who relayed a story to me, asked me to write something about it, then requested I shared it. Thanks to all of you who do what you must.

I was feeling most light
To start this day
But now I confess
That has gone away


I will reveal things
Some consider dark
And be very frank
Though you may find it stark

I have hunted and killed
The most elusive of prey
Hoping to never re-visit
That final day

And though I bury the memory
It seems to rise from the dead
Once again though as yesterday
Living in my head

The last look on his face
The last living soul to see
The confusion and surrender
His life showed unto me

Not like I had a choice
It was his life or mine
Only one of us would ever see
Once again the sunshine

One of us or another
Would ever again know life
That's how it is
At the point of a knife

One life is ended
Another goes on
Only one of us would see
Another dawn

You call it PTSD
I call it life
Living to tell the story
At the tip of the knife.

No matter what you will love them
They may tease you or even break your heart
But, you know nothing could tear you apart
He is your guy friend, maybe not your best
But, you know you rather have him than all the rest
They can tear you down
But you know they'll always help pick up the pieces
A friend you can count on
A friend you can trust
Having a guy friend is an absolute plus

I may be broken
But im picking up the pieces
I may be weak
But my pain gives me the strength to go on
Like a bird with broken wings
I will soon fly away
From all this hurt
And live free