Do the uncertainties of life ever haunt you
like they do to me?
They say the possibilities are endless
the sky is the limit
and dreams come true
But the possibilities are chilling
the sky is dark and
I have nightmares
Poetic Exploration
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Two
I am lovestruck
or is it
lovesick?
When you are near
my heart swells
but
When you are not
my fingers
are cold
my arms are
Empty
But next to you
I'm dizzy
in your
galaxies
oceans
eyes
I'm feverish
with kisses
daydreams
you.
I am lovestruck
or is it
lovesick?
or is it
lovesick?
When you are near
my heart swells
but
When you are not
my fingers
are cold
my arms are
Empty
But next to you
I'm dizzy
in your
galaxies
oceans
eyes
I'm feverish
with kisses
daydreams
you.
I am lovestruck
or is it
lovesick?
One
My love for you
is like the first flutters
of consciousness
on a Sunday morning
the patter of rainfall
outside your window
the scent of a fresh
pot of coffee
batch of cookies
beginning
the ache of laughter
in your belly
and the wonder sparkling
in your eyes
when you comprehend
the stars
subtle, quiet
but deeply
utterly human
and endlessly
beautiful
is like the first flutters
of consciousness
on a Sunday morning
the patter of rainfall
outside your window
the scent of a fresh
pot of coffee
batch of cookies
beginning
the ache of laughter
in your belly
and the wonder sparkling
in your eyes
when you comprehend
the stars
subtle, quiet
but deeply
utterly human
and endlessly
beautiful
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