"relaize" poems
when you walk into the room my heat skips a beat,your the only person i can see.
and the only reason im there.
when our eyes meet, every part of me tingles.
your eyes shine so bright.. your the most beautiful thing iv'e ever seen.
your fancy clothes makes me anxious to hold you.
and anxious to get you alone.
you light up the room, and you smile.
im the luckiest person in the world.
you wave to me, i just stare.
you find your way to me, past all the faces.
i wrap my arms around you.
i could spend the rest of my life here.
you tell me you love me, and i feel it.
i ask you to leave and you take my hand.
i would follow you into the darkest of places.
and you take me to a clearing.
we lay down, my face pointed towards the sky.
sparks flying further then we can see.
i rest my head on you, i hear your hearbeat.
if i could only find the words..
you kiss me, your undeniable.
you feel so right it hurts.
i don't know why it took so long for me to relaize.
that i had unmistakenably fallen.. for you.
May 24, 2011
May 24, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC
Do you ever lie alone at night
in an empty house with nothing but the sound of your breathing
in and out
in and out
in and out
to keep you company in the still dark night?
Do you ever notices how your breathing
so alone and loud in that silent room
seems like the loneliest sound in the world?
And do you notice
once you relaize how lonely your breath is
that you are lonely too?
That you yearn to feel the touch of another
fingers ghosting down your shoulder
caressing the knots of your spine
the beat of another heart
the rustle of clothes as they shift beside you?
I am used to being alone
I need no one
but it does not mean that from time to time
my breath
my body
my very being
doesn't get lonely from time to time
for the touch of another.
For a simple twining of fingers.
For a twining of bodies
a twining of minds
a twining of hearts
a twining of souls.
(Do you want me
like I want you?
Do you want me
at all?
Is your breath
lonely too?
Be careful how you answer me
for I am clumsy and quick to fall.)
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
Relived
it's a wrap
between the lines I drowned
sometimes I laughed
many others I cried
you were heavy to carry around
you weren't even mine
Today I read the last few lines
to relaize there is
an ending to every beginning
So the last page I turned
and the borrowed Book
I returned
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC