There is beauty in the parallel horizons, especially when they kiss over the calm tranquil waters meeting the moon.
My library is a market of books
A barrage of words
Lifting off the pages
And entering the mind
For some reason, I’m stuck being kind to you.
My mind won’t form the chaotic words that seethe on the tip of my tongue.
My eyes won’t glare with the hatred that I know I should feel.
And my heart won’t stop beating with rhyming words of love.
Like a spell slipped under my pillow at night…
… Unconditional love, my curse.
That’s what I need
But time won’t let me have it
Is what I starve for
With just me and you
Is what I beg for
To get lost in the emotions
That’s what I plead for
To forget losing you
Carve me a smile
With the tilt of your eyes
Tears rain and glide
Your glee starts to seep
Face lost and broken
Sobs turn to weeps
In darkness all night
But in darkness there’s power
True strength will rise
You’ll burn like a Phoenix
Soar and blaze all your dreams
You’ll empower your hour
And reach all your means
Some days are just steep in emotions
Some days are just raw
And some days are constellations of micro-stresses forming with no end
The weight of your goodbye lingers. Like gravity it shoves me down into a worthless hole feeling like I may never rise again. Crude, raw, and deafening your words were spoken. A broken lullaby to curse me for life.
If I had you
I could consult you for a dream
You could teach me lessons
Make my whole self me
We could discuss my shaky future
And make all my goals come true
We could work together
If only I had you
Shame is on the tip of your tongue
Your deep-seeded hatred for me
To think we use to be as close as neighbors
Until you made me nothing to see