The moon lit their faces along the lakeside
The rippling water almost trembled as much as her hands
She spoke in a tone of doubt yet it still cracked with the same relentless passion as it always had
She looked at him with a mirror image in her eyes and said
"Lay all your cards out on the table. I want to see you bare without the past clutching your heart."
Her words rolled out untamed
His breathe had not yet caught up to him when he grasped her trembling hands and realized the full implications of her aching-
Leaned forward and kissed the soft lips he had waited far too long to be tangled in once again

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

I gave you my all
You gave me the scraps they left upon your bedroom floor

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

And sometimes,
This time,
It isn't the chaos that is to be feared
It's the calm

There was no chaos
Instead she was eerily calm
As if rain had came down on her
Washing every doubt of her decision away
And with it she went
With the rain and the heartache
With the sins that had been inflicted upon her-
The sins she let bury her  
Into the soil of our earth
And into every beautifully scented flower I grasp -
Each petal that I gently caress

She was stronger than the chaos but as irony goes
It was the calm that finally bent her will

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

We have turned the phrase
There are plenty of fish in the sea
Into a catch and release game

Disheartening news-
Shattering what implications of light had found its way to my center-
The foolish believes I gained in regards to the merging of lives
I see your incomprehensible pain
I feel the horror in your eyes
I will do all I can-
For you
For them
To reassemble the ashes of your hope that has been carried away in the wind

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

Far too eager
Too  quizzically eccentric
for the rumbling from afar-
She traced the beauty of an atlas on her heart-
Taking the wanderlust that resided and embodying it into the pieces of each place that struck her

She grew into the vines of the earth with
Every word and perspective she had tasted on her tongue
And she lived effervescently as this

As more than just distant thunder.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro