If I turned back the pages
In the life I write away for you
Pining more with each day
Would I find the marker
...
Did you ever think
At any point in time
That I’d look back
On the words you once told me
...
Play a jazz melody
While I promise you flowers
So my words rhyme
With a tempo
...
Wish I could drown in you
Like I dream through
Sleeping on the sun
Cause your touch is cool
...
Don’t know how to understand
Your human complexity
See you frown
When you should be happy
...
I wonder where you are
Feel lost in the crowd
Without your smile
My beacon home
...
Spend the hours
Missing your smile
Waiting to see
With no attempt at finding you
...
Feel the pain of knowing you
Tightening its’ hold on my heart
And I know everything
They said was true
...
Feel your scent
Tease my senses
How can it be
A flower caught in the trenches
...
Wish I could have
Just a moment
To whisper all my secrets
By your side
...
Feel a lull in my soul
Running out of those fancy words
You love so much
All I have left are the plain ones
...
You said you would never hurt me
But you’ve ripped me apart
You’ve torn me to shreds
I gave you something precious
...
When you look at the stars
Do you see the tears I throw
Up into the night sky
For you
...
Don’t know what I thought
Had so much to say
But we barely managed
To consistently communicate
...
If it makes her happy
I’d walk through hellfire
If it could erase her pain
I’d give her Olympus
...
Drown in the misery
Choke on tears
Crumple into unsaid words
Die of fright from indignity
...
Not much to know. I write. A lot. I started writing back in 8th grade. But I met Her, I write for Her. I write because She is an inspiration. Through set backs and times of joy, She has been the focal point of every line. She is Love.)
Timeless Tale
If I turned back the pages
In the life I write away for you
Pining more with each day
Would I find the marker
The stain of red on porcelain white
That tells me where I went wrong
In loving you
If I could have a picture
Of your face
For everyday that passed
That you knew I loved you
Would you smile
Or would you let your eyes
Do all the talking
For you
Wilting
More and more
When you should be happy
But if I were to see you
After all this time
You thought I hated you
Would there be a frown on your face
And a smile in your eyes
Or would you let
Your mouth do all the talking for you
This time
Faltering
Each and every time
You breathe
Did anyone ever tell you
I never stopped
Did they ever mention
I couldn’t
Did anyone say
I ran away from home
From life
So the world could see you smile
Just for once without hesitation
Did they tell you?
Did they tell you
That’s how much I loved you
I’m sure they didn’t
I mean who would want to hear that
Who would want a love
That grand
Forever
Defying time
Everyday that passes
Cause really
That day I surrendered to you
Ten white roses in purple
I should have died
With each step
Staggering
Away from you
Though my step was sure
My heart was failing
Did anyone ever tell you
The history of this child
The Princess of Artisans
Medicine men and musicians
The Daughter of a Militant
The first born of a poetic mother
Did anyone tell you her symbol
Down to the last day?
It would have been a tale
If they had
But who would want to hear it
Certainly not her forsaker
Certainly not her fall
That child of winter
Never should have survived
Her fallen Goddess
But we’ll tell it now
So you understand
The whole truth
You were too blind
To see
Justly
Like the statue of Nike
Broken
Crumbling she stood in front of you
But you never noticed her tears
Caught in the corners
Waiting
No one would have told you
But the purple was her line
Her world
The great grandchild of royalty
The great grandchild of Europe
No one would have told you
No one cares to know
But those white roses
Dying
Were her nature
Were her thoughts
Simple
No one would have mentioned it
They were her innocence
Her surrender
Her defeat
You concern
What’s wrong
Nothing
You’re lying, I know something’s wrong
No nothing
Breaking
That was my heart
That was why you felt it
But I saw relief
I saw triumph
Shinning
I was dying
Every step of the way out
Did they tell you
That they told me
Of the stories you were telling
Did they tell you I had given up
On love
On life
Did they mention I had given up
On you
Probably not
No never
I mean who would really
Want to hear that kind
Of tale