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Broken TrustTrusted I did,
In you but forgive,
All that you told me,
That is no longer true,
When I stopped and realized,
My trust was abused.
You told me you loved me,
Nothing in return you expect,
Still I did my best,
to provide what I could,
And instead of appreciation,
I listen to you say,
All I expect is....
Now I know that I asked you,
Time and Time again,
You said nothing you expected,
But again still I DID,
Now I find myself feeling,
Inadequate and guilty,
For not doing what I already did.
I realized weeks ago,
It was time for me to leave,
So you tell me you'll miss me,
And you don't want to see me to go,
Though deep down inside,
I'm aware you are relieved,
The truth is, gone is where you want me to be.
My bags are all packed,
Some food I will take,
Memories will haunt me and keep me awake,
Unconditional love I will always have,
Because that is who I am,
Cherish is what I'll do with the memories we made,
Trust your words no longer for what you did.
In The RawClose my eyes,
Wish to find,
That someone who
Won't make me cry.
Close my eyes,
For but a minute,
And see you
This is me,
In the raw,
Don't wish to hide
The me outside.
This is me,
Naked for you,
The one I hope
To meet so true.
Will you see,
The me inside,
And all the love
I never hide?
Will you see,
For who I am,
And fall in love
With me forever?
This is me,
True to my word,
Give me all
Of you in truth.
This is me,
Waiting for you,
To spend our life
Forever on end.
YOUStrolling through a field of flowers with a scent so sweet. Sweet as your demeanor, sweet as your touch. An endless field as if it were your love, your beauty, your scent, YOU. I find myself lying down into the patches of flowers, as if I am lying on top of you. Soft, comforting, calmning, soothing, free from worry. Continuing for hours, but knowing I must move on.
Strolling into a forest, with no view to it's end. comforted by the trees, as if they were YOU. Tall, strong, able to withstand anything. With leaves hanging over me bringing me security, from the rain and too much heat, but with just enough space to bring me sunlight when needed. Always allowing me sunshine to pick up my spirits and to offer me the nutrients I need from it. Always concerned with my safety, health and happiness. Your leaves fall from above to bring me comfort and a place to rest my head and my body on. I can rest, but know, I must move on.
Strolling into the desert, feelin
Between You and I...Your love has been taken,
Left you all alone,
Lost and confused,
With no one to call your own.
You yearn for normality,
To feel whole and in sync,
With fear in your heart,
Of losing another so sweet.
Sorrow fills my heart for you,
As I know you deserve,
To continue your life,
I wish your heart to preserve.
Lost in my thoughts,
Out of ideas,
Having absolutely no clue,
How to settle your fears.
Though we may never meet,
I can honestly say,
The content you have brought me,
My hopes are to do you the same.
Traveling down a path unknown,
The question festers of what can conspire,
Between two people so honest and humble,
Does the possibility exist to light each others' fire?
Knowing your thoughts will be done in your time,
Time is precious, but sacrifice I'll do,
Why be so patient, you may wonder,
Because you are worth giving back to you.
I understand loss and love and sorrow,
These are emotions I've felt for so long,
Take my hand and maybe together,
We can find where you and I belong.
Letter to my Non FriendMy dearest non-friend,
Joy filled my heart when you claimed to begin a new friendship with me. I looked forward to filling my mind with knowledge of who you are, of how your mind processes life situations, where your interests lie and what makes you prosper.
I sent you messages every other day with questions. Curiosity arose to hear all your answers. As days past, I waited patiently. Days turned to weeks with no word from you. I began to understand your empty responses. They were enough for me to know you all too well.
You are the one who likes to tease. The one who enjoys building up the hopes of a good heart, and then shamelessly disappoints one full of color, love and passion. Maybe with intent to destroy the good in me, or simply because you can and have no remorse of a broken heart. Perhaps, it is a simple selfish act of sheer pleasure, of doing such a thing, knowing I can do absolutely nothing to alter it.
All I have to say to you now, if for whatever your reason, I am stil
In Search Of...Follow me today as I take my daily stroll,
I cannot tell you where we will end up,
But can surely show you where I go.
Understand it makes no sense now,
It is guaranteed to blow your mind,
As you realize you've been there once before.
Meet me there and you will see,
Where I end, you have already begun,
Watching what is there to be seen.
Surrounded by nature, born with it's canvas,
Sharing its' means to protect you from intense heat,
And the harshness of showers that can drown you in sorrows,
Or the natural feel underneath your feet,
Nestled by a blanket of individual comfort fallen from above.
A sweet, clean smell surrounds you like the clouds on a foggy day.
As I take in the smell of a new beginning,
And think to myself how it is everyday you are always there,
Bringing me company, support and comfort,
And no matter how the day begins,
I know you will always be there,
but maybe just a little older and a bit more worn.
How is it, you ask, that my end is where you have begun?
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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