Sunday, December 27, 2009

he smiles like stars, eyes that shine, life so bright, make my heart light up, touch so light, heart so hard, to laugh so hard and just let all be, I met this man, who had a charm and walked into a wonder of diamonds, stones of solid steel, I hadn't the chance, to see all, but hand held from far he reached, my tears he'd find if earth did hide, yours truly....ew

Sunday, December 13, 2009

My heart strung...

and then you strung my heart with your words and I heard a thunderous sound of my heart beat to the pleasure of your words...like a blend of blue sky and ocean bringing waves of melodies to my heart; chords of feelings run through me and a tingle to chimes with songs of joy none ever known and a final ensemble of a heart pounding and deep breathes capsule this moment...aaaahhhhh...yours truly

Sunday, December 6, 2009

My confessions

I would like to be as honest as I possibly can with you
I wanna be truthful
I wanna minimize any chance of hurting you
I wanna tell it to you without holding back
My thoughts about you are not pure
I do not like you a much as my smile says
Not really, I do like you but…
I never enjoy being your shoulder every time you have an issue
I can be around for you but not always…
At the sight of my phone ringing with a call or text from you I wanna hide
But some days I wonder whether you run when you don’t answer my calls
I look at that man who works on the 3rd floor with an undressing eye
Even with my ring on my finger
And I wonder whether your phone lock is to play it safe with me
I miss the days I would walk around naked in the house
Though I don’t mind doing it when you are there with me
I long for days of lying in bed with no pressure to wake up and deal with the world
Though some mornings I’d love to cook you that English breakfast that you love
How I wish for the days when I’d laugh and cry after a day of watching movies uninterrupted?
Even though walking out of a movie theater in your arms is the most priceless gift anyone could ever ask of another
Days when everything in the house was just where I left it and not moved
Even though I love when you introduce a piece to complete that space
I fear telling you that I do not feel the same way you do
But every day I wake up I never wanna take my eyes off of you
To tell you all this comes with a tonnes of losses
I am not prepared to handle all these loses
And so maybe I will go to the grave with my confessions
But that is my sign of how much I am willing to give to you
I fear commitment; I fear the fact that you are in my space forever
I fear that the decision to be with you is locked and the keys thrown away
Maybe my confessions are mine and maybe will be harboured inside until that day
That day when my confessions will not be mine

EW©2009 December

Readers of my heart