These things, I will keep from the world.

Winter and being alone.

Icy wind sinks its claws into my skin.
Pulled below the surface.
Frozen.

Once more my fight.
The empty ache of the lonely night.

s.r.

For someone who once wrote me a poem

I bet she sits with the lights low,
Fingers callused by the work of her inner most desires and hidden thoughts.

I bet she fills her ears with the siren sounds of the past.
Seeking to learn what it is to have hope, and wanting the strength to wait for hope to dead end at the crossroads of love, and purpose.

I bet she paces that hollow space in her bare feet,
imagining the softness of the grass, and the scent of that summer, she hoped would never end.

And in those moments, she’s beautiful.

mostlyfiction:

Believe me when I tell you
that there is beauty latched onto you.
There is beauty hiding behind
those sad eyes, and even when
you flash your apologetic smile,
I will still know the truth
of what lingers on the inside;
a rare but enchanting mystery. 

I want to bask in you the way the trees bask in the sun’s rays.
The time when it has not yet set and just before it has begun saying its drawn out goodbyes.
That last touch of golden light, until I see you again, and the gray morning turns bright once more.

Wastin’ my time on you

When i first met you I was living in the night, Took a chance thinking you might show me the light

but you left me here dyin’ and im starting to think that i might be wastin all my time on you.

And i waited up for what seemed like days, went to the front door and started calling your name

and i saw in the sunshine, what i knew i wouldnt find if i kept on wastin all my time on you

So keep my picture in a locket, keep my name inside your head

remember all the lilies that i placed beside your bed

wake yourself up someday to the quiet in the room

cause i wont be wastin all my time on you

I’ve got places to go, i’ve got people to see

and i wont waste all my love on a love that dont want me

I wont buy your lies, and someday you will find that no one can love you like i did

So keep my picture in a locket, keep my name inside your head

remember all the lilies that i placed beside your bed

wake yourself up someday to the quiet in the room

cause i wont be wastin all my time on you

I wish I was free of this
I see her in my dreams
Wish that she wasn’t there
But she still haunts me and I

Still feel her breath on me
Still want to taste her skin
But I know that would kill me