Dripping down my chin my heart is open you flow right in.
Tag: poetry
Good Morning, my Love
Pulling each other closer so early in the morning but not early enough lover for where have you been all my life? I feel as if I’ve been waiting for you each morning. Always, for eons. Each and every morning. Eons. Throughout time.
The Fight
We cradle a broken vision a broken ideal, a broken heart when it’s done. Then nothing but silence.
On my Own Forever
I am my own lover, my own best friend. On my own forever.
Dear Girl
You shudder when he comes near sometimes though. Still afraid to trust, still afraid to love. Too many bad memories linger on your harmed skin too many body parts and fingers have been where they should not have been.
Cut and Run
I might as well do that knowing I am still free to be me.
Clarity, Sometimes I Feel
Not even you.
Because it Can
I think your tiny heart can grow. It will love again. It’s just not going to be me. I’m grateful. I love and you will love one day because it can.
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes all I see is you. When I take deep breaths all I recollect from the smell is you.
Memories
Her glories and sad stories, her roaming heather, her love for nature, her sweet naivete and surrender, to all that was pure.
