Saturday, May 30, 2015

When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes
I see us walking side by side
I see your eyes loving and looking at
every part of my face
my eyes, my lips,
as I am loving looking
back, at every part
of yours
When I close my eyes
I feel your heart beating
against mine
as you press up 
against me
beating with passion
I feel so loved
and wanted and loved
When I close my eyes
I see your skin, so brown
I see every hair
dancing across your face
your lips,
every line
every flaw
I see your eyes and they
are saying something beautiful
and sweet
When I close my eyes










June 2015

Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Diary


He stood in front of me. All I wanted to do was look in his eyes and tell him, show him how much I cared. But instead I did nothing and did not even look at his handsome, beautiful face.

Instead, I walked outside and tried to get as far away as I could so I could cry forever. The worst pain I could think of was not having him in my life. Love undone is killing me.

When he looks at me, it's with disdain as if it were my fault that he fell in love with me and we, we could never be. Is it my fault that he'll love me until the bitter, last breath, dying end? Or that he'll live in this limbo with me unable to see where we're going nor him either as we tumble down the rabbit hole wondering if we'll ever find our sanity, if we'll ever touch the ground again.

I could sink into his beautiful eyes and stay there forever.

I've fallen somehow, can't find my feet, can't find the ground. Lost forever. I still think of him and wonder if it will ever end.. 










May 2015


The Summer House

It's the way we were
on that lovely day
that I was so inclined to think
there would never be another way
sun dancing 'cross the water
dipping in the sand
you and I together walking 
hand in hand

You were happy then
our dreams built on so much hope
go ahead and lie to me now
now that your gone and I've
nothing left to cope
I dream of those days
and wish somehow I could
bring them back again
but the good memories fade
and I am reminded
that was when
We lived there - 
on the most deserted beach
that summer house
and you and me ~










May 2015