A hand held a tearful goodbye
Sunset opening the evening sky
Cold nights warmed arms
Person to person mind unarmed
Cry of a child a mothers voice
Memories of others gone
Devotion of two lives
Head on a shoulder
a friend to confide
trust with no reason to hide
All different but with
one thing
they all coincide
Love
Thoughts in the daylight
Eyes close and a smile
candles burn through the night
Mind running wild
Touches and kisses it sees
fantasy runs deep
A smile I am moved
No reason to the rhyme so new
lover’s in mind spirit assumed
Bodies not warmed
Unsure of why with passion I am consumed
I am moved no reason to question
No rules to be broken
I am me and you are you
We compliment one to the other
A smile I am moved
Sleep abandons me without regret
Mind wonders of tomorrow’s past and present
an ever revolving wheel
What if’s and when I seem to be its constant thrill
A glass of wine will ease this new found thrill
Even then it never stills
Wine its new found freedom to wonder
This pillow a constant form of torture
Shadows in the night
Cold in the dark
Why need my company tonight
Long ago I stopped looking
Do you exist?
Heart’s longing for fiction
A soul to touch a soul
A hand for a hand
One breathless kiss
Desire to not let go
Do you exist?
An equal an exact match
Us instead of me
Can there be?
Two halves to make a whole
How can that be
when all I see in the mirror is me
whole and complete
A tangible longing still present
I stopped looking long ago
for the other half to make this heart whole
Teased with words an imagination runs wild
Exciting and new we converse for awhile
Midnight talks and heated cheeks
desires and wanting that we may never see
Enticed by Attraction
with conversation sustained
like minded we understand
with words we both play
I am this wolves prey
Silence carried from the day before
Words like stones
wounded souls
Gaze never caught we turn away
souls different by nature
fury of tears heart of ice
once belonging to each other
a moment in time
our lives we shared
Hopes and simple dreams
ripped at the seams
Distant memories
This time of ours now done
How must we go on
battered souls once a whole
choosing separate roads
time heals we go on
memories are left in the cold
a gaze caught a moment in time
a hand taken soul restored
to love once more
Night time bring me peace from trials of the day
Dawn bring me joy, life and strength to seize the day
Dusk bring me certainty of a life well spent
Stars in the night bring me wishes and dreams heaven-sent
Moonlight guide me own my way to meet another beautiful day
A world so big body so young
how can he overcome scared to go home
nowhere to run
In a book bag hidden is a gun
to young to understand the outcome of his own hands
a mind to young to have choices
heart worn from the beatings
Mercy he begs “Please don’t do this again”
his own blood on his hands he reaches for the bag
crumpled on the floor a young body slain
This fathers task completed he turns for the door
to young to understand the outcomes of his own hands
he reaches for his book bag to pull out the gun
as he screams “i will be beaten no more”
now a fatherless son beaten by justice
lost are his choices taken is his innocence
he spends his years in this juvenile prison
A pillow swims in salty tears
Puffy and swollen are her eyes
One day to the other blends as many
An un tanned line on her finger evidence she cant leave behind
Torn heart and a broken arm
She waits till early morning
He sleeps sound as her feet touch the ground
So careful not to make a sound in her closet she has found
A large duffel bag she packs without a sound
Barefoot she makes her way through the night
Leaving the beatings and bruises behind
She welcomes her new life
eyes of judgment you pass
Appraising material possessions
Condemning the future as you pass
with status and pride
you throw stones at the past
In an alley a beaten down man
with dirty clothes and an outstretched hand
you curse and yell
what he wouldnt tell
his family lost to tragedy
his life full of despair
A young women clothed and worn
you sneer as you pass
Her body sore from the beatings
from the night before
The young man you scoff at
cant find a job
quit school when he was young
to take care of his dieing mom
The child you laughed at
cant speak well
last summer he almost drowned
In a underground well
Lives they have lived
past we all have
judgment you should never pass
Your venom you should swallow
Have a heart full and not hollow
Our days are numbered
our ending the same
status and pride will not follow to the grave.
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