Splintered rays of gold sneak past the blinds,
You lie next to me, looking peaceful in your repose.
I have just awoken, and feelings of passion flood my heart.
You clutch my chest as an infant would to their mother’s.
As I look upon the faint smile creeping upon your lips,
I thank the Lord for sending me such a creature,
Whose very presence I am not worthy of.
But of all the souls on this Earth, I possess yours, and you mine.
Poem 2:
I confide in you, letting you into the depths of my heart,
I am hurt; your eyes tell me that you regret your response.
I lie and say that I will be fine, do not worry,
I have been hurt, deeper than you can believe.
Why is it that I care so much?
Why am I so different?
Why can I not brush these feelings aside, pretend they don’t exist.
Life would be easier if I was not so compassionate.
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