Heather Marie Mortimer Poems

Lay low, my heart, for just awhile
And rest in sorrow's healing grip
For bitter pain brings bitter smile
To reanimate my frozen lip
...

And did you love me on those nights?
When Heaven opened to pour our desires
And inspired these tender and wrathful fights
Not a cloud to cover what He may conspire.
...

We pull petals from a daisy
Just to read our fortune
And push lovers to their limits
Just to know our portion.
...

It isn't the end of the world, I know
But in a moments time I loved you so.
And now I'm defeated, I am prisoner here
Never so cold was my heart, nor so hot were my tears.
...

Calypso and Cupid seem at a war,
Which dearer vice has conquered me?
Is it my passions' wrath burst from my core,
Or the strike which was not meant to be?
...

There are many things I should have done quite differently,
I would have...
I could have...
...

Shall I hold my tongue to be a wanton muse?
Give leave my heart to self-abuse?
In dreams and nightmares there is one vision
Which taunts my thoughts with sharp precision.
...

I sit and think if you think of me
And if or when we are meant to be.
A little bit of ache, a little bit of tug
And all I can do for my heart is sit here and shrug.
...

Round and round and round again...
To be honest, Oh God! I have missed all this pain
And I remember the heat of your voice in my ear
And your lips! How they made the whole world disappear...
...

With your head, rest soft, against my thigh
I feel the weight and debt of all these wars.
I heard so many stories in your sigh,
Between unsettling rest and settling scores.
...