Stillness of a Soul
Not for love,
not for a moment of passion,
rather still.
be the part that gives me purpose.
The beauty found from within
will be the beauty that glows around you,
transcending over me,
pulling me not just toward you,
but becoming that "forever" we dream of.
I want us to breath each other in,
becoming souls entwined into one.
Alas, I have yet to find you,
one day perhaps.
... one day.
What Love Feels Like
If God lined up every woman in the world
and told me I had my pick,
I’d walk past the actresses and models,
I’d walk past the millionaires and billionaires,
past all the artists, dancers,
the geniuses and astrophysicists,
the nurses, lawyers, doctors;
I’d walk for miles if I had to,
through rain and snow,
I’d scale mountains, swim oceans,
I’d go as far as I had to
to get to you
and I wouldn’t even turn my head
until I was with you,
and I’d trade all of my futures
for just one more day with you,
one more second,
and we could just talk and smile,
and I’d be happy.
If I love you
If I love you
Could you love me back?
Do I have a chance
Or does my hope fall through the cracks?
If I need you
Would you understand?
When I walk alone
I should be holding someone's hand
If I trust you
Would you let me down?
Could you walk away?
while you let somebody drown
When you want someone
it's just a girl or boy
and life is just a game
and everyone's a toy
We Are Gods
When I'm by your side, there's no need to hide;
There's no need to hide, when I'm by your side.
When I hold your hand, we'll do all we can;
We'll do all we can, when I hold your hand.
And we can weather every storm;
We can keep each other warm;
We can win, no matter the odds;
We can even challenge the gods.
When I'm in your arms, we'll come to no harm;
We'll come to no harm, when I'm in your arms.
When our hearts entwine, we can outlast time;
We can outlast time, when our hearts entwine.
And we can weather every storm;
We can keep each other warm;
We can win, no matter the odds;
We can even challenge the gods.
Tired of the Cold
To be honest I am tired of the cold
I am in a perpetual state of freezing
To the point I am becoming numb
And hate that it is the middle of June
and I am still wearing your sweater
But it is the only thing that gives me
a tinge of warmth, but even that is
starting to f
a
d
e
And now I just want to build a fire
with everything that was us and consuming
and I want to jump in until I burn...
Burn in our love until we can finally meet again
Last November
I fell in love with a boy once.
When times were still good,
And the sun still shone brightly through my window,
To remind me to get out of my bed.
I fell in love with his smile,
And his heartfelt jokes and song lyrics.
His calloused hands from years of guitar,
His endless knowledge of Pink Floyd songs.
I loved the way my hand fit perfectly in his.
How he'd sing to me, even though his voice wasn't that good.
I loved everything about him,
And I never thought that losing him was a possibility.
I still do love this boy,
After eight months spent watching him fall for girl after girl,
I still feel the same,
As when I was the only girl he was falling for.
I guess some things never change,
But when they do, they remind me of the boy I fell in love with last November.
attraction and appreciation
i haven't quite figured out how to tell
the difference between
attraction and appreciation.
love
is a word that i throw around too easily,
towards dogs and cats and brothers and cousins
and home cooked meals and leather jackets.
are you
a leather jacket?
is that the best comparison i can make?
are you reduced in my mind to an article of clothing,
just because i cannot comprehend
love?
can i love all of these things and still love you?
should i love you differently, or the same?
should i love you
more?
what am i supposed to give you
as a token of my fondness?
do i owe you everything?
anything at all?
is love an obligation
that stretches and fades with time,
warping with the ages
until it becomes unrecognizable?
or is it
a blessing wrapped in eternity,
meant to be opened again and again
with every passing year
to be enjoyed anew?
i haven't quite figured out how to tell
the difference between
attraction and appreciation
but i know i feel them both
for you.
Connect.
So boy meets girl.
Boy meets girl such as rain meets wind, such as wave meets shore
Such is the unexplainable connection that is hardly described through defining the laws of gravity. Such as the impenetrable force that holds the universe together.
A mixture of shared bonds and chemical reactions,
An eye for a hand because they only give what the other needs.
Only they understand the thousands of reactions that needed to go just so between them.
Only they can feel the love they lay in.
So boy meets girl. As soul meets spirit.
Spirit dances while soul guides, holds steady, encourages.
Spirit lives while soul teaches, soul runs where spirit flies,
and when spirit says she's had enough,
Soul hangs his head low to look for a nice spot to lay in.
And when soul rises,
Spirit smiles.
Trials
My darling, when my road leads back to you
I know just what I will do
I'd lose myself in that crystalline gaze
Locked in a mystical haze
Though our distance makes our efforts appear bleak
I shall devote my ways to your happiness every week
No Sun nor star could ever compete
With the smile that shimmers, my elite
The majesty of time shall never tear us apart
For through thick and thin, you had my heart
Even if my mind fails me and I forget
If I lay my eyes upon you, I'll be set
To navigate the monstrous seas
It's your hand I shall seize
Allow the fire of our palms to combine
As we both seal our destiny with
"You are mine"
Love is.
Love is complicated
Love is being friends with your ex because you’ve lost too many people to let another person go
Love is when he apologizes
Love is when I forgive him
Love is when his words are still my favorite compliment - to be intelligent and intimidating and beautiful
Love is when I break his heart
Love is when he lets me
Love is finally moving on
Love is letting me know that he‘s still listening
Love is sending me an article on how to learn Russian because we’re allowing ourselves to have inside jokes
Love is learning how to be friends again
Love is.