hope
Plucking Flowers
Although my heart
Feels
As if it will never beat right
Again
I will never stop
Hoping
The petals will keep
Falling
Bootleg Love
I’m tasting all the stars
That you had bottled and corked
Though as I drink it all in
I can’t be sure
I was ever the intended recipient
Yet I let you pour
Because I’m already drunk
In your bootleg love
Misrepresented
Love
Is misrepresented
It is not like being born again
It’s like plunging into an icy river
Hoping that it will become warm
Swaying Wish
Her morning brought,
Wet pavement,
Wet pillows
And furry faith.
Out into the crisp air
She strode past
A dandelion
That waved up at her
With soft intention.
Too weak to touch it
She trudged on,
Because little fluffs of hope
can sting sometimes.
But as she continued,
With hands cold,
Stuffed in worn out pockets,
It was all she could think about.
Honest
She wanted to fall in love
Not like her parents
But for real
She didn’t believe in
Keeping one foot on the ground
Because then she’d never fly
Wildflower
You believe in the sun
Even when it’s not shining
Don’t you?
Then you must believe in love
Even when it’s not present
Rain washes the hurt away
So that flowers can bloom again
And they always bloom again
But
You don’t see yourself as a flower
Do you?
Well you are
And not just an ordinary daisy or lilac
You’re a wildflower
Unique and beautiful
Planted in firmly like a sword
Storms may wear you down
But you will always come back to life
Stronger than before
And there will come a time
When no one
Will be able to keep their eyes off you
Because you’ll be shining
Brighter than the sun
And that’s when you’ll know
Love has found you once more
Sincerely Yours
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Maybe even love
But I cannot have you
So I look the other way
Hoping that if I focus elsewhere
My heart can forget about you
Your intelligence
The way you move
The way my name sounds on those lips….
One will never be enough
And I know this about you
Yet every time we kiss
I begin to fantasize
Of the what ifs
That’s when I know I’m too weak ….
What if you dreamt of me
and woke up with a longing…
What if you spoke of me
often, missing me as you did so….
What if you too
felt a connection in our lust filled nights….
But, I’m just a pawn
Used at your whim
And I let it all happen
Because I love
So much
Knowing that to you I can never be more
Than what I already am….
I’ve made you want me
So I’ve given myself
hoping that would gain your love
But it hasn’t
and that hurts….
Sometimes I wish we had never started
So I didn’t grow an attachment
Meeting you in the shadows of the unsuspecting nights
To mesh our bodies
Hoping it meant something
For not only me
That it wasn’t just for pleasure….
But it was
And maybe I should stop it
But I already said how weak
I am….
I thought I could handle the physical
without the love
People do it all the time
Don’t they?
But its getting hard to ignore my yearn for it
I’ve already given myself to you
because I love so much
and dream to be loved back….
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