Who else would listen,
But* you?

       You take every inch of self-blasphemy and agony I have to offer
           You hear every half muttered feeling
                        Every cut
I only used the blood to tell you what I thought

      Our love was one most often found and subsequently lost in childhood
    Before the sunset of adolescence brings dark into the world
      And in its depths
We realize how small we are
          How far we are from places that feel safe
                          Our love was a shield against that
    I could tell you my secrets and you'd shine brightly, make the world small again, if but for a while

         It was you I stayed up all night to talk to
             Underneath the covers with a flashlight and a pen and YOU.

   God, you.

          You listened to every insignificant detail of who I was and in your foggy dialect made me feel vindicated

          You've always been,
And as long as you have, I've loved you.
       Dear Poetry, my God, have I loved **You

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How to prove my love for you?






Well, it's not that straightforward,





'Cause even FOREVER,



Is not sufficient for it.....





with love <3




© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.

This is the promise that I promise you
To be here forever faithful, tried, and true
To hold you tight in all that we go through
This is the promise that I make to you

This is the promise before God and man
To give you all my all in all I am
Leaving you no doubt that I can
Keep this promise before God and man

This is the promise I will only make
Once in a lifetime for loves own sake
A promise I promise to never break
This one promise I'll take to the grave

This is the promise that I won't let go
No matter what curves life at us may throw
I thought that you might want to know
Of this promise I'll forever hold

This is the promise when time draws nigh
I will have your frail hand in mine
As we fall asleep into the other side
This is the promise that never says goodbye

I'm not sure that you can see

Or even know just what I mean

There is this poem that has no words

That still is begging to be heard

In the deafening silence it reaches out

In the still of darkness to be found

A path through the mind makes its way

A path that no words have ever laid

A poem that found out long ago

That words only slow down the flow

There is no way of reading it

As in the mind is where it lives