Plush2003-03-07 03:26:20 CST Tones of plush skin and rose lips blur my vision, The sounds of hushed panting and groaning sound, The feeling of being pushed, pressured hone in And here I sit, in another world because I am scared. On and on the beating goes, homing in on me, Next minute those roses kiss my forehead, Sorry for the infliction, the pain, the hate they have for me, And I take it, though in my other world, still scared. Having taken so much, I couldn't take it once more, I tore out of that world and cried out for help, It came once and took that bloody hand from my ribs, And I slowly came out of my world, though scared. I was pulled gently into arms of warmth, not cold, I was soothed to sleep, tears in my eyes from pain, Here it became clear that I was protected, saved, But I still saved that other world, for I am still scared. These arms and new pale rose lips don't scar me, They hold me into the deep nights and assure my heart, They won't leave, won't hurt, won't let me go, But there still is that world, still making me scared. Of what comes next, not so horrific, not so loving, Those arms left me, abandoned me, and I'm alone, Seeking warmth and love, I began a search, And there I retreated, to that world, even more scared. I bounced from body to body, finding no peace, Seeking rest, finding nothing but sleepless nights, I continued to wonder if I would find those arms again, Night came to the other world, where I remained scared. I saw in the room a wonderful person, smiling at me, Of every perfection, every unflawed body, every voice, Those eyes saw me, those hands helped me, And I again moved away from my other world, not so scared. Year and again, those eyes and hands proved to love, They showed they cared, never pretended to leave, And after so long, I knew I had found what I seeked, I left that other world and felt scared no more. Here in the gaze of those eyes, his lips speak caringly, His hands brush through my waved blonde hair, His voice soothing my dreams to nothing but wishes, And here I remain, never scared. | Freeze2003-10-22 17:17:26 CST As loud as it can go, the radio now booms, holding my ear to the floor, i smile, able to hear the small infractions of sound, Closing my rosy blue eyes, I sleep. Listen to it, and freeze, till the snow falls, winter breeze, grab someone close and breathe, but know this, and see. There comes a time for one to know, hearing this, and let it show, grace comes from the heart, and thats only one's start. As loud as it can go, the radio now booms, Hearing it in the floor, i smile, I can feel the vibrations of sound, and close my blue eyes, I sleep. Listen to it, and freeze, for its when snow falls, in winter breeze, that you hold one close, and breathe, and you know this, and see. Harsh is the air, in which curddles milk, I can only know that this is silk, beneath my head, under skin, my own heart shines and says, Come in. |
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