"As long as there are women who break hearts, there will be male poets."
Looking into your eyes I see a dying flame
A flame once lit by my love
As your embrace grows cold and tame
The light which once lit your face fades
As you gaze
Within my souls window
Finding nothing left to discover, nothing new
Just a soul devoted to sharing
Every moment of its living,
Life with yours by its side
As your hands slip, so does my pride
From my loves firm grip
My hands slip, so does my pride
My hands clench into a weltering turnip
My body consumes with darkness and,
As my knees buckle, I crumble where I stand.
Am I to fall apart before you?
Lying here so still entertaining past moments of joy
Loathing in self pity loving darkness and becoming coy
As my heart complains with her in mind
My mind devises futile plans for rare are her kind
And the emptiness too vast and perilous
Diving deeper basking in rotting piteous ambience.
Am I to shut down before you?
a
Slight shimmering spark
a
Heart heating hope
an
Immensely inspiring idea
a
Thought of tender truth
S.H.I.T I will survive
With one knee and hand upon the ground
I smile, visualize and without a sound
I arise
Thou shall not be the cause of my emotional demise
I wipe these tearing eyes
With hope
I strengthen my strides
With belief.
Dare I believe in love again?
I’m painfully addicted to the pain
Tis’ not the first I ask the question.
