The cold has left my bones.
The blood is flowing freely
In my chest.
Only love remains
From a summer past.
On a hopeless night,
In a desolate place,
You came to me.
We whispered our names
In such a way
Only
Our
Souls
Would
Understand.
The cold has left my bones.
The blood is flowing freely
In my chest.
Only love remains
From a summer past.
On a hopeless night,
In a desolate place,
You came to me.
We whispered our names
In such a way
Only
Our
Souls
Would
Understand.
It
Wasn’t one big fall.
It was gradual.
A slight slip here.
A trip there.
Hands missing the railing,
Reaching and flailing.
Words left
Unattended,
Frightened inside.
Smiles left unshared.
Passing by averting eyes.
Little by little.
Skirting around the edges of hurt.
Vulnerabilities slowly
Caged and protected.
Until you found yourself
Eye
Level
With the
Dirt.
Carefully I tread
For I see the garden at your feet
Is in need
Of
Tending.
It has been a very hot,
Dry year.
Even your tears are not enough
To make the flowers grow.
I will wait with you until the rain begins
And I will
Be with you
When the
Rainbow
Comes.
I shed a tear today.
For all the years
I lived
And
Loved
In fear.
And I forgave myself for the mistakes
I made.
For the feelings I kept
Trapped
In
My
Throat.
For the times I gave too much
Of
Me.
I allowed myself,
To
Love
Me
For every little moment
That I had traded bits of my soul
To
Keep
The
Peace.
Truth be told,
I
Shed
More than
A
Tear.
In silent corners
I am resuscitated.
The closeness of the walls
Has
Become my safety.
Sunlight filters through dust particles,
Trying to reach me.
I can still feel the heat
On my skin,
Yet it is only my heart
That is scorched.
Him,
Leaning into her.
She,
Wanted to run.
To arm her defenses and threaten war.
Instead,
She sighed.
Instead,
She loved.