Like every drop of rain,
Disturbs the surface of water.
My actions make me gain,
Qualities we want for daughters.

Improvements we hope,
Because we want not to fall,
Backwards to the end of the rope.
Then those we know laugh with gall.

When we misstep in tiptoe,
Around the mistakes we make.
Not knowing the seeds we sow.
All the wrongs we forsake,

Holds us further apart,
With no comfort in the surroundings.
The cause for change at the start.
Despite denying their foundings.

So I be the light, the change,
So many need.
Hope in being in range,
And the message they heed.

You used to watch me with your deep brown eyes sparkling.

She stood in the field of Violets.
A distressed lady in war.
While others charged in the battlefront,
Only I noticed her, from afar.

She was enraged, with dreadful eyes,
Murmured words I didn't hear
A cluster of sunken syllables
Rose a song too hard to bear.

Forgiveness, O Damsel of Violet
Release me from these cries
Let me sing a song so dear
For those hazel eyes.

Trust me O Wrathful maiden,
No harm was ever planned.
Yet here I stand, entranced by you,
Still spellbound where I stand.

In Time
To be understood, that’s all I needed.
To be touched, not just skin-deep but soul deep.
But I was never truly seen.

My eyes dulled hollowed.
Yours… gone.
I watched from behind invisible bars
As you kept living.

A hollow man, buried in memories.
Stuck in the past,
Convicted by what I did,
By what we were,
By your love, your promises.

And I still wonder…
Did God turn His face from me?
Did your eyes ever really care?
Was I just a stepping stone on your cruel little journey?

“I love you,” I whispered,
Heart still waiting for you to come home.
Mind frozen in time,
A relic waiting to be remembered.

You’re so beautiful. And you know it, don’t you?
Your capable hands holding my heart in their grip
Squeezing it tight with each glance my way

And maybe I don’t love you as deeply as love means;
Maybe this is nothing but a fading crush
But I wish I saw you more often, saw the glitter of those chocolate eyes
And the feeling of your coat’s leather under my fingers
I wish you came more, because most of all
I just want to be your friend.

I loved you the first time
I loved you the last time
Mon amour, your eyes, like a peacock feather kissed by the sun, glancing between emerald and sapphire, as if nature blessed your eyes with petrichor and the scent of endless blue.

Hair like wheat fields, a lion's mane swirled with amber and gold.
Curls soft and elegant
Unadorned but intricate

You stood with peau beige skin
Warm but yet so cold and unsure
It glimmers in the sun, ivory white
Unbleached, untouched.

You werent just perfect, your heart was as kind as the first rain after a drought, gentle, soaking into the cracks.
Love soft, kind, Agape and selfless.
All the things you do, the ways you move, they send me straight to heaven.