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Tea Oct 2016
Usually my thoughts get the best of me
But what they don't tell you is
You are not your mind
You are your emotions
Your thoughts and words manifest the way you think
not what you feel

Ancient civilizations considered words and writing a lower form of communication
because they talked to each other non-verbally
And I agree, however hypocritical that might seem

I agree because no matter how many times I write
I can never quite capture the way my heart feels
About the beauty of a sunset on a busy day
or the way the stars shine brighter on a calm and silent night
About the stray dog who loves you with all his heart because you pet him that one time
or the old man on the street who fights through his days with a smile

I can only talk and write about these things so many times
before they lose meaning in my mind
But my heart remains the same

So maybe all the 'I love you's have become redundant to my brain
but you must believe me when I say
you still have
all of my heart
.
I guess I've changed in a lot of ways.
I've seen the world through different eyes and finally understood everything from another perspective than before.
So I suppose that's why I write a lot less than before.
And that's okay.
Tea Sep 2014
You pull me in your embrace
Gaze at me like I'm your saving grace
The heated touch makes my heart race
Your whisper on my ear, like honey on lace
Those brown eyes that make me feel like
I'm floating through space
With just a few moves you had my
heart locked in a case
Still I know you enjoy
the thrill of the chase
But this is the hardest decision
I've  ever  had  to  face
Make no mistakes,
You'll be the end of my days
If for some reason you leave
*Without a single trace
been away for vacation the last 2 months
feels good to be back

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