'Do you have what I want
Do you have what I need
Can you work with my heart
Can you handle me'
You say I'm too much
But who can I be but me
You say I'm not enough
But what do you really see
You point out all of my imperfections
But you can't hold up one conversation
You're drowning in a waterless pool
But you're the one shouting, telling me I'm a fool
'Do you have what I want
Do you have what I need
Can you work with my heart
Can you handle me'
You say you don't want me
But you're still with me
You say you don't love me
But you can't leave me
Now I'm the one leaving
And you're the one pleading
Who has what you want
Who has what you need
You say I'm not enough
But who can I be but me
My thoughts, my words, my heart, my life. This is who I am. Love it or hate it, this is me.
12.31.2008
Acts of an Act
It was a warm summer night
when our eyes met
One stroke of my hair
And our skin met
A sigh released
With your hand across my cheek
And your lips across mine
Your mouth was my cave to explore
And your body was my treasure
As or bodies moved in unison
A warmth filled my body
And soul
With your sweetness still lingering
small flashes light up the darkness
I pull you close to me
A tear falls from my brow
I rise to meet you
Our lips touch once again
Be it the First
But not the Last
For your sweetness lingers still
In the depths of my heart
when our eyes met
One stroke of my hair
And our skin met
A sigh released
With your hand across my cheek
And your lips across mine
Your mouth was my cave to explore
And your body was my treasure
As or bodies moved in unison
A warmth filled my body
And soul
With your sweetness still lingering
small flashes light up the darkness
I pull you close to me
A tear falls from my brow
I rise to meet you
Our lips touch once again
Be it the First
But not the Last
For your sweetness lingers still
In the depths of my heart
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with nothing spoken
It’s not the way he looks at me
But the way he stares off into the distance
It’s not the way he touches me
But the way he pulls me by being near
It’s not the way he kisses me
But the way his taste lingers just by his scent
Nor is it the way he says ‘I love you’
But it’s his heavy breaths of ecstasy that send chills up my spine
When it’s right
You feel it
With nothing spoken
You feel it in everything he doesn’t do for you
With something that strong
It’s hard to hold back the feelings
When his endeavor is you
More than words
Less than actions
Real love
Is felt most when nothing is said at all
But the way he stares off into the distance
It’s not the way he touches me
But the way he pulls me by being near
It’s not the way he kisses me
But the way his taste lingers just by his scent
Nor is it the way he says ‘I love you’
But it’s his heavy breaths of ecstasy that send chills up my spine
When it’s right
You feel it
With nothing spoken
You feel it in everything he doesn’t do for you
With something that strong
It’s hard to hold back the feelings
When his endeavor is you
More than words
Less than actions
Real love
Is felt most when nothing is said at all
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