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showyoulove Nov 3
Take my life and mold and shape
Take all that I am and recreate
You made me in your image
When you carved me in your hand
You know my inmost being
Loved before time began
Carefully made with such love and care
No craftsman on earth can compare
To take something and give it
New purpose, new life, new identity
To look within and set a spirit free
It is the gift of a precious chosen few
And so, it is why I sing this song for you
The wood rejoices and it sings
It even dances for the master
It takes on a life all its own
Speak to my soul in purest tone
Bless us with the song of the carpenter
With hands both rough and tender
With eyes to see what may lie hidden
With patience for the hours ahead
With humble heart that's spirit led
May all we do and think and say
Lead to the life the truth and way
nanimono Sep 20
This story will forever be carved in the inscription of eternity
Our love story
In the frame of togetherness that we have carved for almost 7 years
Now we will display it
In the wall of time of our life journey
And let it be eternal
Although the carving is never truly finished
At least it will be
A solace for us when crossing the corridor of memories when we are upset and thirsty through the harshness of life
"This is my love story of October 2, 2017 till September 16, 2024"
A pack of cigarettes in hand
Smokes burned one by one
Smudges stain top of nightstand
Blinds shut to block the glaring sun
Holes worn through T-shirt
High-tops laced tight
Welcome mat encrusted in dirt
Dimly-lit room depressing sight
You are expert deceiver
Exactly like father
So long I've been a believer
Start wondering why I bother
Trying to tame restless feet
Directions walked previously unknown
Pressured to presume defeat
Surrender and let roam
I complain about insights I uncover
Problems too heavy to hold
Compulsive liar yet my lover
Think your excuses are growing old
Quick to clamber to conclusions
Can admit that much is true
You fill our house with illusions
A haze so thick I can't view through
You're straying from path I'm on
Desperate to save our love from getting sick
Play games with my head and string me along
Enjoying the agony you inflict
Your soul beautiful yet wild
Voice is music to my ears
Have done anything for you to smile
Guess now that means my presence disappears
Never next to you was I able to see straight
Adoration rendered me blind
Now I'm alone my vision returns too late
Answers revealed I was too afraid to find
Five in the morning
Can't sleep
Tormented memories
Stories told in time until I lose track
Moments perfectly carved in mind pester and tease
I yearn for the universe I'll never get back
Written 3-8-21
Ruheen Jan 2021
~
Here I am;
Guessing and
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings spill out
In front of me.

Carved my skin
A little thin
From my heart to my hands.
Then my nails dug in
A little deep.

Here I am;
In the sand,
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings make patterns
On the ground.

~
Well...Hi!
rottenemotions Jun 2020
The night was ours and we shared with the ones who craved.
annh May 2019
Our names carved,
With a rusty penknife,
Into the bark of a random tree;
Just words on paper, really,
From me to you; and you to me.
‘I have an entire forest living inside me and you have carved your initials into every tree.’
- Pavana
if you would only look at my heart
you would see that your initials are carved deep inside
and im etching away at my heart trying to remove the marks you have left on me
but it seems to be too late
they wont etch away
and my heart will be forever branded with your name
i need to move on
but its too hard
arian Nov 2018
said you craved the touch of my hands,
yet your body's carved by others'.
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