Distance from thee is but a tickling ruse;
Aye, our geographic arithmetic—
To thy lover, such measures but amuse,
For such a "love" is simply simplistic
And reserv'd to honeymoon daydreamers;
Nay, our ripen'd depth boasts of lengthlessness
Unquantify'd by seconds and metres.
To quiver in thy leave would be faithless:
Thine impression stifles true solitude.
Doth not "farewell" prelude ev'ry greeting?
Doth not ev'ry clouded morrow include
A shining sun upon me though unseen?
So keepest thy precious presence to thee;
Minds married surpass physicality.
She cast,
an arrow,
And hit somethin'
fragile.
To last
T'was narrow
But did cause
a smile.
But she left
and with her
the arrow she took.
It wasn't theft
But the once
stolen was shook.
The repercussion was
left unspoken
In reality T'was that the
Fragile she'd broken
The pieces were too much to hustle
The once fragile now an unsolved puzzle
And in the while- he lost the smile
I have this feeling locked away,
My adoration for you,
I cannot say.
Your blue eyes, sparkle and glint
And I try not to blush,
But my cheeks still fill with at tint
A dark red flush.
How do you do this to me
Every time,
Make me so speechless, I turn into a mime.
It’s pathetic I know
I’ve never been one for ribbons and bows,
But for you
I’d bend over backwards,
and turn my face blue.
So, before I give up and erase this whole thing
Please say you’ll be mine
I don't know how to tell him i don't love him,
i don't know how to rebuke him gently,
i look in his eyes and i see devotion,
to a promise i never made.
he speaks of me as if i am a goddess,
i cant help but feel pity stir in my heart,
he looks so hopeful when my eyes rest on him,
i still make no promises,
but i send him a simple yes.
He dances with me and i can see his joy,
and i am happy he's happy but i don't want to hurt this boy.
so i keep myself remote,
i hope he reads the signs,
he tries to give me his heart,
but i keep a close hold on mine.
and he spins me in circles,
and i am having so much fun,
and his hands rest on my waist,
Love is the beauty, a spring in the heart
a melody that calms and calls for the hidden
brings the sanity along which we pass by
every day it saves us from drawning in the reality
Love is the reason for having faith inside
to have our eyes wide open to the realm behind the glass
its preventing us from being narrow-minded and blind
and to lose dear ones because of simple angst
Pehaps, love is a little bit frantic
disorganized and passionate
spinning the wheel of fortune
like opening a book on a random page
having itself disquised to random forms
making jokes on our lives then
permanently having us trapped in those silly moments
but still fun
Looking to the night
upon the stage of action heros
and art of facts.
reminds of streaks prior
of patterns, in hope, to make.
The micro, like the macro,
as science tells.
Are full of sins apsing,
in time, of patterns, to be made.
Inside
we are
as stars
above.
Full of hope,
messaging made,
dreams come in.
I'm in love with the stratosphere,
An ostentatious incarnation of insoluble incantations.
I'm Lacking in words to define
All the indistinct daily phenomenon laying latent in every twist and turn.
A chemical kaleidoscope of color pressed paper-thin rendered unreticent under my skin.
Loving like lakless lapsless seasons pulled asunder
Ground up to be spread to the wind.
This wasn't exactly the plan,
Considering there never was a map.
Only life lines connecting the junction between a vast spanning skyline.
A nomadic kind of love.