Have you ever felt a tear fall lovely
It’s gorgeous
More than dying to a everlasting piano chord or holding pinkies
Your flowers bloomed in my mood
I’m your florist
My throat grows sore
As I remember lovely perturbations
And lovely sensations
And times where you were loving and held tight to your patience
And I wonder when you go when I can’t feel your presence
It’s a present breathing in all the ******* from your old lessons
Legions **** on what was legit

I never wanted such a lovely heart break or a heavy soul
It’s never been a time when your eyes met mine and I looked past your demise
But for some reason I appreciated your lovely lies
Lovely sight
Lovely sighs
Ugly fights
Thick thighs
Tight grips
Cold fingertips

They say the coldest hands have the warmest hearts
I wonder if you thought I was lovely from the start
Am I pretty enough?
Quiet enough?
Do I lie too much?
Do I cry too much?
Why do we fight so much?
Why do I miss your your touch so lovely?
Where are the words you speak with your lovely kiss?

I guess I might walk steadily enough to be a model but my features aren’t of Linda Evangelista
I’m eye candy for the diabetic
I’m a lovely view
But you’re used to savory things

One time my voice didn’t quake
And my loving moans wondered off in the walk of shame
My silence was deadly and you couldn’t handle my tongue in the most innocent of ways
You said you adored it
Treasured it
Never heard something so true
Same way I’ve never seen someone as lovely as you
I guess our lovelies didn’t quite match
For once I spoke my last words
My honest broke our latch

My truths hurt and my lies were sometimes too blunt
Bold and beautiful yet enough to make you
Jump
Ship
Forget
Split
Walk away from me and live

Touch me lovely
Scream me lovely
Miss me lovely
Hold me lovely
Lovingly cry about me

My comebacks are mighty and your stamina was slightly too small
Too lightly
I was lightweight in weight
and you in mind
It’s funny
You’re the kind of lovely only the wicked could find

I miss you lovely
The way you touched me as I held the metaphorical heat gun to the edge of my thoughts and
Pulled the trigger
When you couldn’t pull me together I miss your feathers
I miss our weather
Sunny enough for glares
Cold enough to exchange sweaters
I miss your lovelies because you was my true love

Touch me lovely
Scream me lovely
Miss me lovely
Hold me lovely
Lovingly cry about me

Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely
How could you know for certain
When importance sees no truth
The child they have been hurting
Your arms held around all it holds sacred

Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
Walls of those who hurt me
Foul thoughts you continue pushing
But it seems like flowers have smothered you

Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
With your eyes, they show endless cries
Alone by my endless sighs
A sense of false certainty
And the second color smothered by the first

Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
All visible are my curtains
A familiar silhouette awakens me at dawn
It won't go away I know that for certain
Destiny of mine I find uncertain

Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady

If you go to the dictionary,
Flip to the letter L,
Find the word Lovely,
It'll probably be defined as
"Charmingly beautiful,
Beauty that appeals
To mind and eye."

But to me,
Lovely means all that
And more.

Lovely means
Being love,
Even when it means
Getting your hands *****
And feeling unbeautiful.

Lovely means
Getting up at 12:00 am
To change ***** diapers
Or calm someone down
After night terrors-
Because even if what you're doing
Isn't very lovely,
But you do it out of love,
That's when you are most lovely.

Lovely means washing the feet
Of those you hate-
Doing it with a smile
On your face-
And that's when you look
Most lovely.

Lovely is
Washing laundry
For the one thousandth time,
And cooking supper for your family,
Even when you're all cooked-out.

Lovely is
Giving birth
To the earth's Savior
In a *****, rotten, ugly-lovely stable
On a cold night.

Lovely is
Being beaten
With a cat of nine tails whip,
Hanging on the cross,
Bloodied brow,
Grieving heart.

Lovely is sacrifice,
And pain
And bleeding forgiveness
And scars of heartache
From what some would call
"Loving too much"
But if you live lovely,
You know you can never
Love too much.

Lovely is more
Than lipstick
And blush,
And fluttering your eyes
And faking the right smile.

Lovely is
Getting hands *****
And loving until
You don't think you can,
And then loving with all you have
And more.

Lovely is
More than being beautiful,
Lovely is living life
Beautifully,
Even when it means
Being unbeautiful.

You are the star,the moon and the sun, all wrapped up into one.
You are lovely.

I could go through my life happy.
And never be sad.
Because you are lovely.
Lovely to look at.

Yes, you are lovely.
Lovely to know.

Like the weather of choice that I enjoy.
I enjoy them all whenever, we are together.
Cause you lovely.

Just a joy to know.

Whether it's raining.
You're lovely.
Whether it's snowing.
You're lovely.
Whether it's sunny.
You're lovely.
Much more than you know.

I could spend my whole day in your company.
And it wouldn't be a disservice to me.
Never has it been.
Or ever will be.
Because you're lovely.
Lovely to know.

You have this personality that lights up others.
Whenever you're around.
Turn a sad frown quickly into a smile.
Because you're lovely.
Just a joy to know.

The tortured heart and soul do not drive these words anymore
Instead, it’s the delightful lovely thoughts of what the heart and soul has the opportunity to feel
Delightful lovely thoughts that drives and create these new words
Thoughts of a new embrace
New lips
Thoughts of a touch from new hands
Hands to let caress me
Hands that try to find where my skin ends
Tracing my curves
Getting lost as they move in
So many thoughts of where a simple “Hello” can lead
A simple flirty hello that spreads...a smile on my face
Lovely lovely thoughts bounce through this free spirited mind
Lovely lovely things that could become real after a glass of wine
How freeing it is! ...to say all of these things!
I’ve written these words from a depth of sincere happiness
A free soul
No more binding emotional ties that hinder the smile I now like to share all the time
A smile that comes from the bright spirit I now hold
A freeing smile that invites the opportunity of new chances
New chances!
I never thought I would say those words
Lovely thoughts
Lovely things
I’m exited for what they will manifest and bring

what a lovely night, to hear love songs,as my heart grows big and my eyes grow small, oh how lovely, oh how lovely your smile shoots across the sky

What a lovely night to hear love songs, to read love words, as love has hopelessly disappeared, as my heart keeps closed, oh how lovely, oh how lovely were these times when our soul was exploding inside us.

oh how i wish these lovely times would come again! come and crawl back into me, oh how i wish, how i wish i could touch your lovely face once more, once more on a winter night

Oh how I wish I could have hope, a tiny finger of hope, just send me a smile, just tell me a word, just give me a look to tell me everything is still possible.

still possible for my love,for my love to creep back into your heart,still possible for my lips to touch yours,touch yours...

Oh, how I wish this could be true, how I wish these words were yours, how I wish you whispered them in my ears, how I wish your words could vibrate my ears and my whole body and soul, like they used to do. Oh how I wish what you are saying wasn't a dream of mine, oh how I wish you were really near to me, oh how I wish I could tend my hand and tighten yours, Oh how I wish if I rose my hand it wouldn't only grab the air of my loneliness.

oh how i wish, how i wish you were by my side on this winter night...

But you're not. I'm walking barefoot in the snow, and tomorrow I'll be sick. If you had only been
here...

lovely bones scattered on the floor,
beautifully red and intersecting all over the door.
lovely bones ran clean with no scrapes from the knife,
the very knife that took their life.
lovely bones, so beautiful, so pretty.
more beautiful than their blood that tasted ever so sweet.
lovely bones decorated the floor so beautifully and gave it the beauty of death,
not caring that i took their owners breath.
my beautiful bones, my lovely bones,
smooth and heavy as beautiful stones.
my lovely bones, i stroke your skulls,
your blank inexpressive expression tells it all.
i love your beautiful ribs and spine,
knowing that they are now mine.
but my favorite of all time is the arm and leg bones,
i love that bone.
its beautiful and long with a unique characteristic.
its beauty is just so majestic!
my beautiful lovely bones, i adore you!
i laugh wickedly as i fondled you.
my lovely bones, so beautiful,
only getting you was a task i must fulfill.
come to me, my fantasy as beautiful as dazzling stones,
my angelic, lovely bones.

Old lovely days
I wish to have you
In my arms again
For you brightened my days

Old lovely days
Your memories are sweet
But sweeter in sight
For you are romantic at heart

Old lovely days
Come back to me
For I still do
And will always

Old lovely days
You left so soon
Without a bye
Nor assurance of return

Old lovely days
Nothing can make me happy
Than having you back in sight
For am dedicated to be yours

Old lovely days
My heart is breaking
You alone can heal my wound
For your absence caused the wound

Old lovely days
You would be the last
To leave my memory
Am I still in yours?

Old lovely days
You promised never to break my heart
Your absence is destroying it
Where have you been?
Old lovely days.

SPOILER ALERT* *This poem has been inspired by the novel "The Obsession" by Catherine Cookson, and is about two of the main characters.

“Their gaze never wavered as he went on, ‘I hope you’ll be very happy.’”
Would she give him that hand that was so delicate?
For he wouldn’t hesitate
Yet, they met a little too late
Though later, circumstances changed
So there they were, together
On the top of Craig’s Tor
Drinking beer as if nothing else mattered
Because a new life were to start for her
And they had to say goodbye
Leaving him devastated as she walked out of his life
Years later, he would still remember that lovely face
For those feelings in his heart, he couldn’t erase
She was then happily married with a lovely man
As he passed away, the other stepped in
Fate finally smiled at them
The memory of a moment
And so, old feelings ensued
The jealousy of a mad woman once threatened their union
Deranged by a sick obsession
She ended up in flames and dust
At last, at his bed, he wasn’t dead
And she called him a lovely man
How lucky he was for she was a lovely woman
No, not woman, a girl
The girl he fell in love with.

-17/06/11