#unselfish
The staircase that leads to her heart has no hand rails. No grab bars. You must measure your steps carefully, finding the right balance between what you want from her and what she really needs from you.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
Our love is easily taken advantage of
We don't ever get back the love
That we give away so easily
Without any given thought
It's in our nature
To put others
Before ourselves
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
Of this world so darkened by evils, evils that taint and tarnesh all the good in it's path..
Love bares a soul that only our creator can claim, hands that heal the wounded and a heart that breaks by day.
Hidden souls that crawl from the cracks left behind to wait for the coiled serpant like powerless pray.
They walk amongst us in a field left open , to be struck by the venome as they lay hopeless and face their death ,.
The Wounded Healer kneels beside them with hands to lay, ******* the poison, giving them purity to rinse their veins.
The Wounded Healer now weakened by the goodness of thyne heart but expects nothing in return
Now her age upon her, taken over the beast of I'll, not one soul of the once wounded stands before her to show they love her, as she asks of nothing more before she goes.
Is this what I see and feel before me to be A Wounded Healer yet die with painful sadness as I lay here all alone .
Tis true to never expect the good you rein upon God's children to rein on you in return. Keeping your heart good and love without regret for This is the Only honest love that of a wounded Healer is certain they will get
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Baby,
I'm like a piñata
You have to hit me
In the right spot,
With enough force
To be rewarded
With my sweet
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
There is a string of things hung with ideas as clothes pins
They take off the ideas and the string can't hold the thing
Memories are strands that if you pull it will never stop unwinding
The common person sees something in the little he won in life
The rest are rather useful than pleasant
Nobody received flowers or fame
If you could see now I'm dying to drown in flames
The love I've been placed through has to be the stuff of myth
It seems to hold back until the graze
The way it holds by taking
The way you hold by cradling
There's so much in me that you already know
I have a bit of wrinkles and the acne scars too
The whole of society sees me as living the dream
But the parts of me that people think are hidden are on the internet
See what the world knows
I should be aware of all the rules I've broken to be here
Then no purposeful ignorance can be said of me
There has to be someone who can point out the crumb on my lower lip
Rather than speak without the relevance of politeness
There's something about the way you hold me
That says you're trying me on
There is no transaction taking place
Treasure is most found on the map of my slow heartbeat
The calm before the storm siphons its way into my blood cells
Making me believe in the little I know as well
You have to be well read to read someone else's biography
You have no language if you only understand yourself
Take a bit off
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Rhinoceros
Love is message.
Love is word.
Love is unselfish.
My heart belongs to her.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
The negative image of a drop in the sea...
All of my burning, reduced
To a spark in hell;
And if I escaped
I know what awaits,
That the sky would fall;
Heaven bright ablaze,
Every breath exhaled
Now holds the promise of
The cheapest ending yet
But I’m holding on
To seeing out the next sunset
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
For the person who hurt me deeply.
Who is hurting deeply.
I forgive you.
I'm here.
I'll always be here.
The hurt you've caused is buried deep,
I suffer the consequences of your actions, they fester and steep.
Yet I realized something yesterday.
I hurt.
You hurt.
I have lost you, not by choice.
But you are my best friend, I still need to hear your voice.
I'm losing not just the future I saw, but my best friend.
Why would I choose to lose both parts?
I cannot overcome this loss, this death of both love and friendship.
Sometimes you are so quiet, I forget your thoughts are loud,
I forget you are suffering because you hide it so well, I know of this you are incredibly proud.
But even the strong do not always prevail alone.
I'm willing to put my feelings aside for the chance to hold my best friend close.
It will burn me, but one day it will scar.
Friends hurt together.
So hurt with me.
So please, just know I'm here.
You always have a place where you are welcome, where someone cares, where you can feel safe.
And safely feel.
No questions.
Less trust, more history, but never less love.
You are not alone.
I will never let you suffer through this painful part of life on your own.
-Love, untitled
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
In the scarce abstinence of self
In the dark mountains of reverence
Unexplored and unfathomed
Shone gold by the first ray of glitter
Our love will bloom
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
I'll give you fifty shades of Love
In many brilliant hues
The beauty of a love,
Which is honest and true
My love is unfettered
It has no need to be bound
It reaches through the mind
Until the heart is found
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC