If you knew me tonight
Would I be the girl you fell in love with
Could I fulfill your memories
Would the night we kissed and danced without music
Come across in my face
I doubt the time has been kind to my eyes
And the light is not flattering to the kindle

And I can remember wishing for you
And thanking my god that you came to me
The feel of your skin on mine
When you held my hand
Interlaced happiness
Whenever I wanted love
I received love

Now I’m not that girl
I’m not even that women
Though I’ve grown, older or smaller
Either makes for me tears to lubricate my entrance back to reality

Tonight I’m still yours
But do you remember me
Recognize the girl you loved
Because I will always be;
My heart will always be;
Love is all I had to give
Now what is left?

I gave it all to you…and you can’t even see me through the tears.

My heart aches and is heavy with burden I’ve laden upon it
and it sinks through my soul and out through my toes.
My sneakers can’t contain the swell as it bleeds through to the earth.
So, there is my heart; beneath me, given unwillingly to nature.
I cannot see the pieces many times broken
like shattered glass after a car accident,
melted as scrap into a liquid mass because, so many small and shattered pieces
are unusable and therefore recycled into something new and less.
And, that is my heart, new and remade.
But, the antique that belonged to me for a time;
much more beautiful, stunning, versatile.
The newness of it all is blinding but the reflection is something I’d rather not see.
My broken, heavy, shattered heart, became a mirror
and in it, I see through me.

That's awesome lol

Waves crash against the sea wall of souls as a beamed light gleams over, over, over, a tower so high- impossible to climb, but the man inside looks down upon us and watches for the coming

I don't understand why he doesn't warn my vesseled heart of the danger, the rocks, but then I remember he has- he did, he stewarded the light which shines over, over, over- it was only by ignorance, or blindness, or darkness of night that I could not see what was coming.

I crash against the sea wall, rocks, with the sea. I light shines- over, over, over.

Just put it down
in my hands
on my heart
I take your pain
I promise I will never let it end this way
put down the tears
and I will dry your eyes
and you will love.
I beg you,
just let me take this from you
so you will not hurt
or hurt me.
Do not let this go
or else we might end
and you will never know
how to love
or be loved.
Just please,
for me,
put it down
Love, and let me take you
away from here.

That is so beautiful! Your writing is so soothing and peaceful, I love it.

Hands are delicate things;
no matter how small
or large,
no matter how old
or young.
Hands can talk, help,
hands can make us feel;
touch.

Hands can take
and some can kill.
But most hands;
they reach to caress
and grab to pull
to save.

Your hands
belong to you
but, somehow; I feel they’re mine
because, when your hands
touch my skin
that’s when hands
bring life.

Love
You scare me
So much
That I went back and erased the word
Before I could write it again
And own it
Love is instant
You might not know it
But it’s attachment
It’s a rope that feels as though it
Literally ties a lever to the tear ducts
A rope
Yes that’s love
A rope fashioned
Into a leash
And I feel that it is also
Extended to a dog, a bull dog
Who pulls at every thing that walks by
And it is so hard to hold onto
I’m near exhaustion
Just holding on
Just rounding the bend
And finally I resign myself
To not having the strength
And I let go
Another lost dog
Another lost love.

If you asked
I would take the time
To tell you the deepest,
darkest secrets
my soul could possibly bear

If you called
I’d talk
I’d laugh,
even at the jokes
That weren’t really that funny

If you cried,
I’d wipe your tears
Before they reached the ground

If you asked it of me
I would be yours
Before you could

Ask

hi

Unbridle my heart.
Un-satchel a coin.
Ask a penny for my thought,
my dear.
Vacillation
like Vaseline is the key to my mysterious way.
For it was but hence,
that my heart was mine.
Then you stole it away;
no,
took it back
into your eyes.
I fight it.
Scared to lose that
sacred control.
But, it gets harder every day.
As I breathe you into me.
It hurts; to have you,
to let you go.
What would you have me do?
A poor broken maid,
Once rich and gallant.
Peacock colors
now dulled to ash.
Can you accept a broken heart?
As a token?
Will you challenge the pieces
to whip themselves together?
They will never be the same.
I can not be who I once was.
Though I pray it so;
for you.
To be a filly racing to you.
Or will you take the time to find them?
(the pieces)
In this awkward game of hide-a-go seek.
For love.
I know you will.
I know you can find it in your shining soul.
I write for you, my charming.
I don't know why I left,
I can't tell you why I'll leave.
I'll stay.
I'll love.
I'm yours.

The last verse was so beautiful I can't even start to try to describe it with words....the very best poet is one who needs not explain, but only to hear what the heart saw....

Daddy,
Will you buy me wings?
I saw them right down the street.
Come, I’ll show you.

And, we run, fast.

Where did they go?
Who would play this joke on me?

Hunny, I’ll buy you another set of wings,
I promise.

Promises are not good enough.
The wings are gone now
because I waited for you!
If I had just run off…

If you had just run off
I would have lost your hand.

But I would have wings!

Baby, did you forget?
Mine are strong enough for both of us.

We need some Gauze here...
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Dare I forget the past
Dare I lay down my spears
Dare I tear the arrows from my chest
Cover the wounds
And once again gaze upon the sun
Dare I?
Sorrow has kept me
Deep in its grasp
And like eve and the apple
I’ve had tastes followed by tears
And a smile
Oh god no,
A smile might turn to a laugh
A laugh to a gaze
And a gaze to a kiss
And a kiss to hope
And hope is my worst enemy
Hope is what hurts me
Hope is the word that
Sears itself into my skin
And I cannot escape
Hope

Haha, I'm sorry- I saw that afterward and I was like, Oh jeez I look like a dork.

What a beautiful response!

I really enjoy your style

Woah, I clutched my chest and got goosebumps, tears in my eyes....you truly have a gift

Thank you, I think it was you who told me to break it up haha

When I watch him go,
I cry.
And the pain,
the pain in my chest is real,
and dare you say it is not!
Try watching him walk away
and, tell yourself it’s fine;
it’s normal to be apart.
Please, try to do this
when the last one kissed you goodbye
and never came back.
I would like to see how you handle the goodbye.
Would you not be terrified
that this one
is not coming back?
Would you not take his hand to your face
only to try and keep him in your memory?
I would like to see you try;
I would like to know how you
might mock me
for being afraid
to see him go.

I am reposting this in non-paragraph format...due to popular demand haha, or rather the unpopular-ness of how it was presented last time.
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Pots and Pans desecrate the sounds of love,
and the way they glow takes my breath away.

And, the clank clank
when spoons bang against empty plates,
makes a good woman cry.

Shallow tongues lap at the luxuries around them,
and like dogs they flee to a smaller place.

To hide is to die, and to die is to hide away
from the ever-growing light
shining into your eyes.
To see the end is the light.

Should the wives and the mothers change the tune
coming from their heads,
then the sounds of love will continue to diminish,
and the clank clank will cease,
and the tongues that speak the words will be cut.

The music and the show must play on, even if there is no end in sight.

How beautiful!

Did you read "The Old Spot" before writing this?

I feel like even if you didn't (go read it haha) it's like a response to a daughters monologue, a comforting, yet real, response of what is to come.

Well written indeed.