Thursday, September 8, 2011

Reflection

fighting the desire to look at you
i look out the window
i wish i could
gaze into your eyes
share my soul with you
learn your heart
see your hurts and dreams

i wish i could
but this cannot be
will not be
instead i retreat
and view your reflection
unknown to you
and so far from me

Sunday, March 28, 2010

More of the Same

Just because I don't say much
does not mean things have changed.
I still feel the way I felt.
That feeling has not waned.
I wish that you felt it too,
but this I cannot force.
So, I'll stand back here silent,
not pushing anymore.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Missing

I turn over
and reach for you.
I place my arm
around
you
andpullyouclose.
Your warmth is strangely

missing.

I open my eyes
and see only the pillow
nexttome
and feel only its coolness
againstmycheek.
I close my eyes
and trace a lonely tear
down
my
face
and try to sleep.

Monday, January 4, 2010

In His Shadow

She cannot
see me
for him.
I stand
in his shadow.
I move left,
but it still
covers me.
I step right,
but he moves
with me.

She cannot
see me
for him.
He holds
her gaze.
I standbeside him,
but her eyes
do not shift.
Istandinfront,
but she looks
right through me.

She cannot
see me
for him.
I sit in
his shadow.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Almost Bloom

Deep within the center of my
heart,
A tiny seed took root.
I never thought it would
survive,
But against the odds it grew.
Every glance, every smile
urged it upward.
With every word and every laugh,
it pressed onward.

Deep within the center of my
heart,
A small rosebud pushed through
All my safeguards and
defenses —
A beautiful sight to view.
It grew with every moment
shared together —
Stirring thoughts and emotions
considered lost forever.

Deep within the center of my
heart,
Stands a rosebud silent.
What once I thought might lead to
love
Now lies in darkness dormant.
You seek another's affection.
Within, it looms
Rigid, fragile, frozen in a sad
state of almost-bloom.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Love Sometimes Hurts

Love is a joy.
Love is a sorrow.
Love is waiting
for the chance of tomorrow.
Love sometimes hurts.

Love is a smile.
Love is a tear.
Love is the one
you think is so dear.
Love sometimes hurts.

Love's from the soul.
Love's from the heart.
Love at its best
can tear you apart.
Love sometimes hurts.
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