#beautifulwoman
She looked like she had it all together
She laughed more in ten minutes than I had in a month
I wanted to talk to her about it
But I didn’t want to dump my pain on her all at once
I’d never seen such a natural beauty
It wasn’t just her face, it was the way she wore it
There was nothing to draw attention
Except her happy eyes and the way they were lit
You don’t look like you need me baby
But you’re not wearing a ring
You’re out on the town
You don’t look like you’re missing a thing
But everybody needs somebody
And I want it to be me
I just have to calm myself down
And remember it’s real and not a dream
There she goes out the door
Her long brown hair waving goodbye
If I hadn’t been so taken
I wouldn’t have acted so shy
It seemed whatever I could say
Couldn’t open a door that didn’t need to open
I guess love is just about luck
You can’t walk up and say you’re the one I’ve chosen
You don’t look like you need me baby
But you’re not wearing a ring
You’re out on the town
You don’t look like you’re missing a thing
But everybody needs somebody
And I want it to be me
I just have to calm myself down
And remember it’s real and not a dream
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
The story on her back was painted by empty cargo ships, leaving
this earth but sailing to find who you are, or to deliver the news of
who you are now; the answer was revealed when someone thought
her name, filling the silence in a noisy room
But it was not in the wings that moved; as she strained her face never
moved; concern was the watchtower of her life; was judgment in the
eyes of the man who could not turn his eyes away? But it was her choice as it always is for a beautiful woman
The life on the streets watched as the dream disappeared without
charging fare to those who begged to pay for a new life; he looked to
the sky but did not return his gaze because they did not know each other; but blue knows blue and storms pass because calm is for worry
He wanted to listen to birds singing instead of interpreting darkness;
as terrified of being hurt as he was of being rejected the litheness
of her smooth neck revealed only his own attraction; but does a man
lose his dream or find a new one because she left without a sound?
He was tired of suggestion or hint; he wanted straight talk, no matter
if romance was left behind; she was a human being with every right
to suffer alone, but she didn’t know why or if she should cherish the pain, caught up in blessed hope covered by a past that told her story
The comfort of shadows was because the sun asked too many questions; fear is the only real power in the universe; fear of dying, fear of living; there are things she wants to tell someone in case the morning never arrives, but though the sun rose the ship finalized the distance between us
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
I could see the forest;
I was standing far away;
but you only feel the lost
fawn stumbling; the path,
washed over by leaves;
a baby bird, fallen; not
to be found; a startled bear,
searching for her cub;
surprising a fearful hiker;
a random path, cut by
rain without permission;
the shadows, so jealous
of the sunlight; allowing,
if only for a moment, it’s
life; losing the colors of
its past, without memory
or sentiment; sentiment;
only to give birth just in
time for another fire; yes,
you only could think it as
just that old thing; it was
only a sundress; worn so
many times before; but it
was the magic of the rain
forest; the teeming life
within, with the spirit and
the glory of a your soul;
you can't decide if you're
it's mother or it's lover;
but the gaps between each
strand of your hair; filled
by my hands, like the
sunlight begging the dark
shadows for forgiveness;
while my eyes search
your heart for the path
the breeze carves each
day, wet with the dew
shaken from the leaves
that wish they were you
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC