Elizabeth

Elizabeth Apr 2013

I feel the warmth of your glowing skin
as the cloth that drapes your shoulder slowly drops
I feel your caresses from deep within
although you haven't touched me yet

as you lose that piece of fabric
you lose yourself in me
in the unknown
our love
brings

and fabric
is not just cloth
but a metaphor in
which we hide our forbidden
love and carnal desire, for we are one

no one can care to interfere in our world
no one knows how you lain with me
and in this world of you and me we need no company
just you and me undressed for us to see

Elizabeth Mar 2013

messy papers

i'm searching for the wreckage all around the room
a proof or life of better yet of doom
in the messy papers of my pure existence

piles stacked up everywhere from the summer day of june
to the crinkled notebooks from the months of gloom
tales of school life, friendship, and betrayal

and in the words i see a figure close to me
the figure show to me is he
a figment of my old imagination

a prince to be
better than the one in life, (times three!)
but is he real or is it me

can my messy papers be more than thoughts?
can my messy papers be tales i sought?
and yet the questions come to me

but as i ponder in the room
and contemplate as i further broom
is it a lie a dream or fake
when is it time for my awake

from simple lies or stolen goods
from broken hearts misunderstood
my life is real and yet its fake
written down with all mistakes

and joy and laughter filled the day
but sorrow is all i have to say
the times have changed with good and bad

but are we all alone in this i ask
if my memory serves correct
those messy papers are filled with regrets
and promises and hope

but these papers are all my past
and my job is to make the memories last
so there the papers flutter in my room
reminding me of fate of love of hope and doom

Elizabeth Mar 2013

Simply me

I am a girl who really doesn’t know what she wants. I am a romantic. I seek a friendship entwined in a love. A rarity these days. Now I just sound like a online dating profile. No I will not let that be.

I am a unique lost whimsical girl. And there I go again. Dating profile. Intro line.

I want someone to love. Because I do it well. Loving and all of that. Even the others before claim that I take care of them well, I’m sweet, kind, caring. Just keep on imagining adjectives. The good ones.

Me…

Why can’t it just be simple. The way it was before. Just friendship that was so great that we couldn’t only be friends.

Elizabeth Mar 2013

Can't you be mine?

Is it so wrong that our souls speak to each other and we have an intimate connection.

That when I see you I just want to curl up in your arms. Never letting go of that hug.

Is it so wrong my heart flutters when I receive your messages and I smile when I feel you thinking of me.

That I have already exchanged my heart for yours in secret.

Is it so wrong I want you for my own and maybe occasionally to share the wonder you bring to me.

That I wait for that day when you are mine.

Elizabeth Mar 2013

Burnt orange

the burnt orange couch reminds of late nights past

the scattered papers and the whirring of my brain trying to think through you

and lost i have been in your words and numbers

from this peril tears unheard

and i gaze into your depths have you yet but one regret

for the torture that you give the sleepless night that i have had

the sacrificial lamb i have become on your behalf

and to this beauty of deep burgandy a wish for it to cease to be

your wisdoms i might need much later but i would rather avoid them at all cost

yet you persuade me that they need not to be lost

and as tommorrows time will pass these 7 parts of you will fade

my mind will not remember or care to think of you again

but nuisance as you might be a weeks worth time and you will beg at me

for my memory for my care - this is no love affair

i will never love you so you are a book

and I …. no.

and while you contain what i must know i will never worship your insides

no rhyme will do you justice to show my dislike for you

chemistry this love will never be true.

Elizabeth Mar 2013

Reality

Realistically you don't exist
just a figment of my imagination
Its perfection that I see that makes me doubt reality

The fact that you are what I want plus one and two and three and more
I see you rarely often but that's enough at best

Your presence
when I look beyond the rest of the constant pictures of you or thoughts of yours
that cross my path
distracting me from learning better things like math

But in my days I long to see you
rather than just be a distant memory in my mind
so that you are the one that notices me walk by
and question me the day you don't cross my eye

But you are perfection not reachable by me
crossing my mind know is what I am forever destined to see
without your company.

Elizabeth Mar 2013

Perfection

Perfection is not in a name
a race or a color
perfection is not just a game
to be won or to win
perfection is not what I seek
when I look for a lover or a friend
perfection is what I feel within when the music of life begins

— The End —