I say sorry for just being who I am.
And for loving you too soon, still I say sorry.
Only it hurts to apologize for simply being me.
Learning to Live
I say sorry for just being who I am.
And for loving you too soon, still I say sorry.
Only it hurts to apologize for simply being me.
Leaves once green and succulent, Now dry and brown. One by one they fall, Only for the wind to carry round and round. And in the storm those leaves float Hoping to find self, hoping to find you. The joys that fill the cups of this world, Only empty the cup that is this heart.Continue reading “Falling Leaves Of Sadness”
But my promise is that I’ll wait.
And slowly undress those layers.
And when our souls are finally naked,
The stars will dance to the tune of this love
Why don’t the stars remind me of the beauty that is life?
Why I crave for a love so far away.
Why I long for warm embrace.
And why it all seems so far away!
I see the storms forming above;
Yet fear I see not in your eyes.
By the day you face the darkest of fears
And the wait by night as the pain dries.
In you a ruthless Viking I see,
I see footprints all over this valley of tears.
Lost within self. Within this myriad of emotions. Drowning in the cold ocean. Where clear waters reflect the blue sky. Only, this sky is dark. A mixture of wild beasts and angels. A beautiful grey and black. A painful passion. So hold these hands. Rescue me from this pain. Before I fall never to comeContinue reading “LOST”
The whispers in the wind shall destroy the little we had.
And those eyes shall see these demons.
The phoenix I am, the monster, the curse.
Through earthquakes, storms, el Nino you lived.
Low at high tide, Lower at low tide.
You went back to olden days when men gathered to survive.
Only you gather hope,
Too see the moons and stars of tomorrow.
May these tears I cry
Fill your jar of memories.
A gift for your perfection.
With these words rose the sun,
The scintillating rays penetrating this dense canopy
Shining a beautiful gold upon these dark times
And as the ants came out of their hills,
The breeze in the air was gay and clear.