I'm not a caterpillar;
I can't spin a cocoon and wake up a butterfly.
Neither am I clairvoyant;
I know not what the future is.
I can't be reborn;
But I'd love to try
Only because you think I walk on the moon
I'm all emotion -
Always wearing my heart on my sleeve
And in my verse
Looking only to love-ever-after.
I know how vulnerable that makes me
But then again, whoever finds how to tame the heart,
Let them write a guide.
Life’s too short to spend time alone
In another lifetime maybe...
But then again; maybe not.
For now, we live.
Two people intertwined at the hem of our souls
Fighting each other
While embracing the intense surges of affection
Loving each other ….
Among all other bursts of happiness and emotion
I'm impulsive:
You find yourself objecting to that,
Yet at the same time grudgingly admiring me for it.
Around me you titter
And I explode
Driving you bonkers...
And sometimes giving you the boner!
The blackness has fallen on me
Because you have gone dark
I’m fading away
And my nights are filled with nightmares and tears
Ice-cold rage flowing in me.
In my dreams, I'm running towards the edge
Screaming my frustration
I want to feel the sun with you
I'm losing my mind
Working against the sounds of your silence.
Trying not to give up;
My heart is frozen
Living on the edge of psycho
Like a juvenile in her first Cupid encounter
I'm working against myself,
Haunted by helplessness
Brought on by the looming loss.
Trying to revive the ill-nourished fire;
While at the same time drowning in nostalgia and hope …
Lost
I lie lonely
And I'm teleported down a dark path
Losing myself in the shadows from which meaningful escape seems
unlikely
I don't want to go back down to living on the edge of the
darkside
Now that I have experienced the moon
I want you to look at me
See that I'm good enough.
I can’t measure up to the woman of your dreams;
I will top that
Because I'm good enough … FOR YOU!
Your heart assures me of that every time you look at me
And tell me you love me to the sun
Let's take the plunge:
You and I
Into the depth of bliss
Only way we know
Life is not assured;
Let's not live it fighting
Or banking on fate…
Waiting on things to work themselves out
In a world of suicide bombers and missing planes,
We can only indulge in the loving
Because, baby we deserve it
Let’s break the endless sounds of silence
That contin
ue to linger;
If I can't feel, I'm not me
If I’m not me; we are not!
© AKateemu 2015
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