#lgb
there is a man in my dreams.
he is tall
with hair like gold,
and his eyes that are the colour of a raging ocean
and when i touch his face
it reminds me of worn down sandpaper
- a tad prickily, but it is home.
with broad shoulders that make him look like he knows exactly where he's going
he just grins like he knows the secrets to the universe.
i hope one day im as confident and comfortable in the universe as he is.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
She cried herself
To sleep at night,
Trying so hard
To find the light.
Her sister went to parties
Rarely feeling lonely,
Leaving a hurting Isabelle
Quietly hiding in her shell.
A fire raged within her
But afraid of going unheard,
She kept away,
Ran far away.
Her daddy went to strip clubs
And always came home drunk,
Her skin bore bruises
Only thorns, no roses.
Her mama went to church
For, she was also hurt;
The man she loved
Beat her up.
Her friends were all so pretty
They caught everyone's eye;
But she was so lonely
Caught in a web of lies.
The ones who said
They loved her,
Only built her walls
Up higher.
She felt betrayed,
Unwanted waste;
Tears in her eyes,
She was asking "Why?"
I found a crouching Isabelle,
She was going through hell.
I picked her up
And gave her hope.
Now she's strong,
She was wrong;
She's not worthless
She's not a mess.
Somewhere in there,
In love I fell;
Now she is my Isabelle.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC