No matter how hard it hurts
Promise me
You'll never forget;
There's always
A little something to gain
From pain.

l.v.s

Maybe, you're afraid to love?
You say:
"Nothing good can ever come of it.
When the veil is removed,
All you're left with
Is an insatiable feeling of hunger.
Hunger
For warmth and their touch
Hunger
To see, just once more,
The care and desire in their eyes
When they gaze past your walls
To the soul within.
A growing
Relentless hunger
To feel
Wanted."

l.v.s

It's in our darkest times;
Trapped inside the labyrinth
Of our minds

With the waves of sorrow
Clawing out
And flowing freely
Down the engraved canyons
Of our tired eyes

That we discover
The most beautiful
Hidden corners
Of our souls.

l.v.s

The aggressive wind,
Doesn't knock softly on the door
He doesn't check to see if I want company
No, he's not that considerate.

The aggressive wind,
Wants his presence to be known.
He tackles my house,
My fighters spirit
And every last ounce of joy
To the cold hard ground.
Leaving me no other choice,
But to claw and drag
My way out.

The aggressive wind,
Is paying a visit tonight
Spitting hail in his wake
My body starts to quake.

The aggressive wind,
Never comes alone,
He's always joined by his
Dearest friend.
And I'm willing to bet
That the ice is going to set in
On the once sacred grounds
Of my heart.

So, aggressive wind,
Come on in,
Slide off your jacket
And take a seat.
Make yourself comfortable,
Because it's going to be a long night!

l.v.s

Is it wrong,
That his best friend
-Who I'd never met-
Had to tell me?

Is it wrong,
That even though
He left me
For another,
I'm not the slightest bit angry?

Is it wrong,
That when other people
Speak horrible things about him,
It sends me into a rage?

Is it wrong,
That after he snuck away
Without a single good bye
Or thought of my well being,
I have an urge to protect him?

Is it wrong,
That he's cheated on me multiple times,
But I'm happy for him?

Is it wrong,
That my heart
Was stomped into the dirt,
Yet it left me
Feeling at peace?

I'll tell you what...

It sure as hell feels wrong,
Because I still care!
And I know for a fact,
That you don't.
Not anymore.

l.v.s

You must not -ever- forget,
Spring is just around the corner.


With Spring comes
Warmth,
Rain
And young rose buds.
Who open their shells
To bask beneath sunlight
And display their bright colours.


They are far from foolish.
When blistering wind and frost
Swallow the land,
They nestle their delicate petals
Within their shells
Placing trust
In their thorns
For protection.


But, come Spring;
They will flourish once again.
Having become far more vibrant,
Their fragrance sweeter
With magnified youth.


This youth I speak of,
Has no relation to age.
For these rose buds have been
Battered,
Bruised and
Scarred.
Age is not important.
This youth
Is seen in each newly gained
Spark of hope,
Shimmer of love
And strength
Received while buried beneath snow.


Tales are still told:
They have become the word of legend
During bitter winters.
No, my dear,
These tales aren't expressed through words.
They drift from the shriveled lips
Of the Wise Oak,
Who has been stripped bare
During Autumn,
As he whispers encouragement
To new generations of
Rose buds.
For he,
Witnessed the legendary roses
Battle then thrive,
Battle then thrive...
Year after year.
And he hopes
The tales
Will help these frightened
Rose buds survive.


Lets hope,
They won't forget:
Spring is just around the corner.

l.v.s

I kneel before her
Smoldering heat
Coated in want
Hips rise
Thrash and squirm
An eager tongue
Darts forward

Mmmmm,
Her petals
Are my reward!

l.v.s

What have I done?
It's just my emotions,
Don't take it personally.

What have I done?
I've just been a sad girl lately,
Things have been hard.

What have I done?
I thought I was handling things well.
Turns out,
I haven't.
Everything was just hidden below the surface.

What have I done?
I crumbled,
You blamed yourself.

What have I done?
I guess,
I'm a loaded gun.

l.v.s

I was locked in hell,
In two different worlds.*

l.v.s

Small cottage,
Soothing fire burns within.
Tended to vegetable garden
In the backyard
Two small children
Scream with laughter
Fighting over a ball.
Inside sits a young woman
Waiting for her love to return.
Flipping through a photo album,
A smile plays at her lips
Memories play on queue.

To answer your question...
Holding your hand feels
Comforting and fills me with love.
It feels like home.

l.v.s