I Grew Up Hoping
I grew up hoping
I was special
But you made me believe
It was true
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Thoughts on Love #11
You were a silent storm. Looming until finally you broke and I was washed out by downpours and blinded by lightning. Although it wasn't the thunder that rocked my world, only when I reached the eye of the storm did I see the peace and stillness of your true self- the one that I fell in love with. That was the part that shook my world, creating a new storm inside myself
I wandered into the purple mist
And listened to the eerie croaks
Of creatures in the dark
Paying no mind
To the smoke and haze
That smothers out my spark
Freedom.
I have dreamed of the word
But have always been uncertain
Of its meaning
Is it choice,
Or ability?
Or is it something in between?
I ask for freedom
But wonder
Which side of the bars
I see
My heart is torn
Between two homes
The one i know
And the one I've yet to find
The words rattle
In my mind
Like chains
But somehow
They are
Freeing.
They sing a
Silent song
To me
Like whispers in
The autumn
And they are
More beautiful
Than the words
Could ever say
Graveyard At Midnight
The crow caws once.
A shiver down my spine
I wanted nothing more than to preserve what was mine.
The crow caws again.
Another eerie cry
I tried to fight fate, but you cant win with a lie.
The crow caws once more
A body in the ground
No headstone to mark, only soil in a mound.
The crow falls silent.
The empty only grows
The last attempt to hide my sins, causes them to show.
Thoughts on Love #15
Why do I love you? I ask myself that everyday. Through all the hurt, all the pain, through every broken heart I still love you.
You hate the way I look at you, but the truth is that I don't know any other way to see you than as perfect. Then it occured to me- I love you so I can show you how much you are worth.
October Rain
I slam the screen door
And listen to the sound
Of the raindrops falling
On the tin roof.
The crisp air
Sends me chills
But the cider
Warms my heart
Oh how i miss
With all my soul
The sweet sound
Of October rain
I find that i am tired
Of being tired
And that i am wishing
My wishes would come true
I am constantly praying
That my prayers will be heard
And that i am always writing
About the pain of words
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