Sunday 20 April 2014

Only Human


I'm human and I fall
I break and I feel small
I lose my way, and I cry away
and sometimes I don't wanna wake up to another day

I build walls and hide behind them
I shy away from the new
I hate change,
and I'll sometimes hate you

I make mistakes, and then some more
I backbite and walk out the door
I'm flawed and damaged
and sometimes a bore.

I carry baggage, the heaviest you'll find
and it pulls me down, weighs on my mind
I get jealous, angry and I over act
all together I'm a hell cat.

But I am just as 'put together' as I am broken
and it'll surprise you, the path I've chosen.

I get up from the ground
when I fall, face down
I mend and repair,
even when its too difficult to bear.

I find my way, and wipe the tears away
and wait hopefully, for a nicer day.
The walls will break, when an effort I make
to reach out to you, who's peeking through.

I can learn to accept change,
I can learn to love you
But I'll never love a changed you.

I apologize when I'm wrong,
and when I want, I can be strong
and the 'bore' in me
can disappear with a song.

The baggage I carry is not always mine
I help carry baggage of the weaker kind
Your baggage and mine
can be balanced just fine.

My emotions get the better of me
but who said you can't too.
You and I have a lot in common
For you are only human too.






Unspoken


What do I do with these words now?
They don't fit in anywhere
They're hanging around somewhere in my head
the same words that were left unsaid.

A chance too many came my way
But i took for granted that there'll be another day
I would have spoken out had I known
That too soon, you'd be on your way

They lie there now, unused, wasted
feeling out of place, not where they belong
they have no where to be
now that you'll never come along.

Had those words been spoken when they had to
they'd reach their intended destination
And maybe, just maybe, you'd hear them
and acknowledge my declaration

It makes me wonder if they would have made a difference
If by some chance it would have made you stay
If those words were spoken at the right place and day
could i have stopped you from going away

Time waited for me to speak
and was beginning to get sick of me
He grew impatient by the week
until he was done waiting on me

My words never left my mouth
After that long journey from my heart
they stop there at the tip of my tongue
and then hid inside until you decided to part

A missed opportunity led to a heavy heart
I should have spoken up right from the start
This beating red weighs more than the world
Because it's holding on to those words unheard

I can't expect you to turn back around to me
However eager I am to speak
My chance is lost and time has passed me by
My words stay trapped, jailed for life.

If I have learned anything from loss
It is to appreciate my blessings.
The 'I love you's' that remained unspoken
Will now be the ones to heal the broken

And every time I'm given the chance
I will tell you, 'you're beautiful and blest'.
And those words which were just hanging in the air,
will then have a place to rest.

Saturday 19 April 2014

Heat


He's hot, and I'm not just talking about his body and built
His nature is beaming with the glow of the sun
and his gaze on me, holds no hesitancy or guilt.

There's something warm about him
The feeling that he brings,
A warmth that flows from my head to toes
Every time we meet.

His touch sets a fire within me,
that spreads through my veins.
And in my blood I can feel his love,
the spark that makes me complete.

He ignites in me, a flame,
that awakens the good in me.
A flame that never goes out,
yet allows me to be free

Every little word he says to me,
his lips, warm against my ears and gentle on skin,
his words burn through my heart,
And they leave me breathless, short of oxygen.

He'll be my sun, my light and heat
And I'll rise with him every dawn
and when it's past twelve and the cold threatens to harm
he'll be my 'early morn'.

There will be times when the heat will get too much to bear
and times when this warmth we will not share.
At times like these, we'll take a step back to mend and repair
And before you know it, the heat will be back there.


Tuesday 8 April 2014

Frozen


It's cold on the inside and I shiver in fright.
The moon seems to tease me at this hour of night.

I can't seem to stop staring at the picture we once took
There was a time, when reliving that moment,
Made me warm with just one look.

Yet, here I sit, tears rolling down my face
You aren't here to wipe them away, their outline, to trace.

Tonight's going to be endless as I wait for dawn to come
I crave nothing more than to feel the heat of your touch,
or maybe the warmth of the rising sun.

I ache with a loneliness that's making my heart thaw away
I'm afraid I'm stuck in time, I see neither a tomorrow or a yesterday.

The clouds roll by, taking chances to touch the moon
And there I was, when you took your chance too

Time's passing, but my night is too still
Things seem to change too soon, but I never will

This winter night is eternal and lives within my soul,
obstructing me from waking up at all,
Immovable and icy cold

I once lived in a warmer place and my tomorrows were guaranteed
If time stood still then, it was cause you and I agreed.

I can't dream of a warmer tomorrow, I can only lay here and freeze
Cause when you laid eyes on another, I froze with the feel of the cool breeze

I'm frozen in love with you, unable to break the ice around me
Trapped in my own little igloo, bricks of ice structured carefully.

It's walls won't melt even in May. Walls built so high,
They'll freeze the sky
And never turn my night into day.

And I will stay that way...
Until someone can melt that frozen wall away.

Fading Face


Slowly yet surely you're fading away,
Your face turning lighter and lighter,
However much I try to make you stay.

Those eyes that cried happiness when I shone bright
are closed in my memory of you,
the memory of when you walked into the light.

That stubby nose I inherited from you,
the one that betrayed you and stole you from me
is slowly dimming away eternally

Your short dark hair had begun to grey.
The memory of it, turning the same way,
silver and precious till your last day

The smile that I thought would never go,
is sneakily creeping out of my mind,
Fleeing away to some corner I'll never find.

These simple features seem to all want to leave.
It's for my own good, they believe.
But what they don't take with them,
 is the effect you had and the memories you gave.
Those, they say, are all for me.

The image of you may fade with time
But forgetting you, to me, is a crime.
I may not be able to hold on to your face any longer
But the memories of you only seem to grow stronger.

Thursday 3 April 2014

The Writer Girl


Admire the girl who holds the pen close to her heart
Expression is no difficulty, It is an art

She will write about your charm
and her words will sing about you
she'll tell the world of her deepest emotions
And how the reason is you.
She'll write about that smile and how she can never tire of it
She'll write about those arms in whose embrace she warmly fit.
She'll write about the things you say and the promises you make
She'll write about the gifts you gave and the ones you take
She'll write about your every touch and every kiss
She'll write about, when you're away, the things she'll miss
She'll write every step you two take together
And she'll dream of ending with a "Together Forever"

Beware of the girl who holds the pen close to her heart
For she uses it more when her heart's torn apart

She will write about your mistakes
and her words will curse you
She'll tell the world of her heartache
And how the reason is you
She'll write about that frown that you brought upon her face
She'll write about the discomfort she felt in your embrace
She'll write about the things you said and the promises you made
And how none of them matter now anyway.
She'll write about the gifts you gave and the ones you took
And how she cleared out evidence of you from every nook
She'll write about the new girl you kiss
And she'll write about the things you'll miss.
The ink from her pen will flow like tears that remained unshed
The very same tears that blotted the pillow on her bed
She'll write to undo the steps you took with her
She'll write until 'Un-happily Ever After'