When the world tests your spirit,
can you hold your head high and spread your wings?
Will you hold your breath to see the sea,
can you open your eyes through the salted mysteries?
When the photos are tainted, withered with care,
from holding on for the memories that are no longer there.
Can that selfish voice inside your head now become still in your mind,
as the footsteps you once kissed step away for your wish to give up trying.
While some keep the hands pressed in prayer to the heart,
time will continue, so I forfeit this love that had no ending, nor start.
My toes dance to the same sweet loveless beats,
as in those moments I pretended to wish on childish dreams.
I'll read to words of time to ease the ache,
throwing a chin high forcing my wings to spread, although they are weak.
and Although black drips drop to the floors,
I sweep them with my toes as the ocean's hold grips to my cold core.
I'll let my body float accepting the fate,
that the breath for this old love is the last breath I'll take.
And whether you come to the sense that there could have, would have... maybe,
well darling there just shouldn't have been a thought I was your baby.
Lifting this veil I can now reassure our love's truth,
there was passion in us both within all that we do.
Sweet music in the sheets, upon counters and against doors,
but that was the problem there was no special moment, just another moment as your wh*re.
This is not a letter, nor song for a sap
but a reality check with words in myself, for I am worth more than that.
Knowledge is gained within but a break,
Just two point five months will get you growth, at least that much is at stake.
So forgive my corny lingo, analyzing this poem,
all the words written could not be written without love alone.
... for when in Rome, a few heart breaks were made,
I'll triumph again for at least this past weekend I was gifted to be once more (passionately) laid.
MJ 2012 *a beautiful summer reminder*
can you hold your head high and spread your wings?
Will you hold your breath to see the sea,
can you open your eyes through the salted mysteries?
When the photos are tainted, withered with care,
from holding on for the memories that are no longer there.
Can that selfish voice inside your head now become still in your mind,
as the footsteps you once kissed step away for your wish to give up trying.
While some keep the hands pressed in prayer to the heart,
time will continue, so I forfeit this love that had no ending, nor start.
My toes dance to the same sweet loveless beats,
as in those moments I pretended to wish on childish dreams.
I'll read to words of time to ease the ache,
throwing a chin high forcing my wings to spread, although they are weak.
and Although black drips drop to the floors,
I sweep them with my toes as the ocean's hold grips to my cold core.
I'll let my body float accepting the fate,
that the breath for this old love is the last breath I'll take.
And whether you come to the sense that there could have, would have... maybe,
well darling there just shouldn't have been a thought I was your baby.
Lifting this veil I can now reassure our love's truth,
there was passion in us both within all that we do.
Sweet music in the sheets, upon counters and against doors,
but that was the problem there was no special moment, just another moment as your wh*re.
This is not a letter, nor song for a sap
but a reality check with words in myself, for I am worth more than that.
Knowledge is gained within but a break,
Just two point five months will get you growth, at least that much is at stake.
So forgive my corny lingo, analyzing this poem,
all the words written could not be written without love alone.
... for when in Rome, a few heart breaks were made,
I'll triumph again for at least this past weekend I was gifted to be once more (passionately) laid.
MJ 2012 *a beautiful summer reminder*
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