#skinny-love
I am your poet
when you need a light to shine through thr dark, clouded curtains
that you call your mind.
I cannot give you the sun or the moon,
I cannot offer you a thousand rings.
But I would write you endless amounts of sonnets
until you drown in my poetry.
My words will be yours,
Every letter will be written for you.
These lines will be your constant reminder
that you will always be enough.
But, it seems like you will read
but you will never know
that these poems that tore my skin
was all made for you.
This is all for you.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
Distance
is the s p a c e that is holding me back
it went from inches to miles
hindering my hand from caressing your back
If only it was just one hallway
Down four or five doors
I would sneak on over
Just to feel my lips on yours
Distance
is where I kept you
only wanting to be friends
& what I’m regretting now
Is taking so long to allow the rules to bend
Because distance is something I normally invite
For I’ve had my heart broke
& for every kiss I pressed softly against your skin
you understood everything I never spoke
Distance
is where we started
& now you whisper that you’re in this all the way
Something that ill never understand
Is that you’re okay with me only being half way
And just as I was letting my guard down
There were only ten days left of your stay
And on day ten I kissed you goodbye
Slowly backed down your driveway
Distance
is causing me to stare at this calendar
And count down the days
Until the next time I get to see you
Baby you’re so far away
For I would give up sleeping
My favorite thing to do
If it meant I got to see you
For just a minute or two
Distance
crosses my mind all through the day
& as I’m admiring the radiance of the nights sky
You are watching the sunrise ready to start your day
& now the wolves are beginning to howl up at the moon
As if it has their heart’s confined in a hutch
My lip begins to quiver as we both cry
For a tenderness we cannot touch
Distance
may be keeping you far away
But the truth is that I can still feel here
The way your lips brushed softly from my mouth
Across my cheek, and whispered in my ear
& you said “there may be oceans in between”
“Mountains for we cannot climb”
“But one thing is for certain”
“I’ll love you until the end of time”
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC