Tuesday, July 21, 2020

#195: Let's Not Be Friends

If truth's allowed, let me confess my soul,
I swear I rather not see you.
For my eyes gaze upon you, confounded by your beauty,
Touching me in ways only the creator would allow.

And you, designed with the caressing details from his finger tips,
Magnificently inspire, electrifying my mind.
Lovingly linger on your every word,
As each vibration from your lips stimulates my soul.

When absent, my heart aches,
I realize this can't be normal.
How I feel? At times falling so deeply for you,
With each encounter we meet, reverberates like it's the first time.

Touching my shoulders, quivers down my spine,
In that moment, feeling the yearning for your soul.
Your denial alone if you say you didn't feel it too,
To intertwine further, my mind unravels like balls yarn.

Transferring consciousness through spaces and time,
An unknown dimension of bliss, my prescribed drug,
I can't endure, yet for everything that ails you're the cure.

We couldn't remain the same,
The birth of infatuation from love, that's only for the new,
However with the New, it's "plus one" is the Old.

Gambling on signals, knowing where this will ultimately end,
My heart's at the table, it still wants all in,
But my mind sees the cycle, regrettably it's not worth the risk,
If destined pathways friends to lovers, the solution is clear,
Then it's your friendship I'll have to miss.

Monday, July 13, 2020

#194: The Lottery Ticket


I crave this feeling, sometimes it's with you,
Happiness is a struggle, each day harder to achieve.
Like leaves falling to the ground, long before their time,
As Summer hastily departs, Winter's a future I prefer not seen,
If we're talking about our Love we've conceived.

Wishing better for you, and that remain to be me,
However, the reverse I doubt I'll ever see.
Maybe movies spoil the romantic, blissful moments captured in time,
After the camera, it's a fantasy...correction a lie.

I'm sure there's perfection, manifestations of dreams come true,
But is that the lottery ticket millions never see.
Rather hardships, suffering and tears embrace the rest,
In Loves entanglements we continue to play.

Foolish of me thinking I would be the lucky one,
Praying for brighter days, even as the long night won't let me go,
To investigate green pastures, of possibilities unknown.
But never selfish, seeing it's always been about you,
Why should thing change, when you carry the winning ticket,
And my love for you remains.