A day in the life of a single mom..looking for love..and a voice in this world..
Thursday, January 13, 2011
What Are The Odds..
Of me holding you in my arms once again..touching you, like it's our first time..your lips upon mine..our bodies tangled..lost in time..no space in between..barely air to breathe..speechless..yet so much is being spoken..my love..your love..our love..trying to escape the both of us..yet..running..nowhere..two become one..over and over..and..over..again..until we collapse..in our space..yet in space..with traces of the stars..we passed..on our way..
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I Hate You Now...
The last words..she said to me..how did I go from a casualty..in her tug of wars..of love..to the enemy..on her battelfield of indecisiveness..
How was I to know..that the hours before..we spent making love..we were actually..rolling on hidden mines..imploding beneath us..waiting for the final blow..you leaving me..to go back to..uncertainty..
Left with a whole..through my heart..an emptiness..in my bed..thoughts of our..forever..on repeat..in my head..the music..makes me wish..you were here..
...but..not if your hearts..half in it..
T.copyright 2011
How was I to know..that the hours before..we spent making love..we were actually..rolling on hidden mines..imploding beneath us..waiting for the final blow..you leaving me..to go back to..uncertainty..
Left with a whole..through my heart..an emptiness..in my bed..thoughts of our..forever..on repeat..in my head..the music..makes me wish..you were here..
...but..not if your hearts..half in it..
T.copyright 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I can't deny it..
As I crossed the floor that night..your eyes..caught mine..and was brighter than the smile..that was illuminating your face..my brain branded..with that image..no noise..no kids..just that moment..of..forever..
Met with competition..my subconcious heart..felt the resistance..of your love..out of fear..I created..as always..an alternate world..filled with pain..and negativity..it became..my sword and shield..as I allowed my thoughts..to get swept away..in a current..of false hope..and future heartache..
My reality has returned..and..I find..I have been washed upon..a remote island..no noise..no kids..no present pleasures..for our..future memories..no..You..no..US..
T.
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