take my hand
lets be first
to skip
around
the World

Love wears a dress,
It's flowing,
with a pattern of flowers.
It's made of thin linen.
Feels beautiful stroking the skin.
Love has pure *******,
Capable of nurturing,
Keeping interest alive.
Sometimes love wears lingeree,
Of ebony black lace,
with scarlet ribbons attached.
Sometimes love has tassles attached,
they could be twiddled to occupy a lover who may be becoming bored.
Sometimes,
love is concealed beneath the protective cloak of the very caring nurse.
However;
Love can be stubborn,
Never admitting defeat,
Sometimes a total ***.
Who loves being in love,
Even when she's dressed in all of her disguises?
(c) Livvi

snow falls
because snow does
what snow does best
so be like snow
and do
what you do best

You only realise the value of someone when they are no longer there
But he was lucky and had the chance to see it as she was leaving 
So he cared and nurtured 
Loved and cherished
With all his might he begged and pleaded 
Because a mother is one you can't live without
And suddenly you regret not spending time 
But a mother's love is quick to forgive
If only you could give her your life to live
But true as something always been 
An end must come to beautiful things

All she left him with was good wishes 
And prayers 
That turned mud to gold
A shade that sheltered 
From all troubles ahead
But as success fell right before him
All he wished was that she could see it 
And be proud 
He felt empty without her smile 
And missed the comfort 
Like a rose without fragrance

My apartment no longer holds the same meaning in my young heart as it once did.
I can no longer find peace in this foreign place, for an intruder has well, intruded.
My things are no longer mine they are ours as I now hate to put it.
I no longer feel safe! I stay awake at night praying to dear God, keep all evil away from me!!
Destroy these thoughts of ****** and suicide that have now taken over my mind!
He could force his self onto me just because he wants to!!
I am only a young adult, my life has not yet began.
He has a dagger, hands itching to slit my throat!
Please, I have much more words that yearn to be written, and if it just so happens that I can officially be deemed as a poet, well I must live to see that.

Why can’t I leave the house without feeling guilty
for wearing a button down or sneakers or a hat
Why can’t i shop in the men’s section
without being stared down and laughed at
Why can’t i kiss my girlfriend in the street
without feeling like I’m committing a crime
Why do i have to come out to everyone i meet
every single ******* time
Why don’t i feel beautiful
for having short hair and piercings and tattoos
Why does society make me feel like less of a woman
because i don’t like to wear high heel shoes
Why can’t i feel like a human being
for once in my life
and why the hell can’t i dream of walking down the aisle
and making another woman my wife.