Love is there, drifting in the air. Floating in and out of sight.
Should I try and jump for it?
Maybe it will drift into me by itself.
Oh, so close-
I reach out- I pull back. Fear of being hurt, fear of unknown.
I reach... but it's just out of reach.
I lunge, climb, grasp for it- I have it by the tips of my fingers-
Don't drift more, I'll lose you.
Come close, let me get ahold of you-
oh but I can't hold too close---
I'm afraid
Hunger.
Physical hunger.
It's there and you can't ignore it. If you don't eat your body will get weak and fail.
It's the reminder either of what you lack or what your too lazy to get.
Let's say your lazy, or maybe even scared. If you start cooking will it taste as good as it's supposed to? Will you put in the right ingredients or too much of one?
Then there is the lack of anything to eat, perhaps you have lost a job and have no money to buy food. You are dependent on the handouts from friends and family. Sometimes you have enough and sometimes you are lacking. Until you get a steady job you don't really know if you will be satisfied.
Such is my love life.
I lost my source of emotional support and though my friends and family have stepped in and supplied some, I don't have as much as I need, or long for. Sometimes I feel full and some times there is a definite hunger pain.
Hunger of the heart.
Loving me for who I am, that is what I need.
Don't put me down, don't tear me up.
Don't pick at everything I do. Don't be critical.
Encourage me, my dreams, my thoughts.
Enjoy me, my sense of humor, my energy.
Treasure me, who I am.
Support me, be my #1 friend.
Don't ask me to change,
Love me, because I am me.
A withering rose on an overcast day.
The sky is grey, the air is cold.
If only the clouds would break and let the sun shine though, the rose might have a chance.
The wind will come and blow the clouds away, but can the rose withstand the wind?
If it can just wait through it all and hold out for the sun, the rose would flourish once again.
Here in the darkness, surrounded by night.
My thoughts drift to a knight of another kind.
Will one come and whisk my away upon his able steed?
Is there a knight worthy of the hand of this princess?
Lay down your swords, take off you armour.
Let your nobleness be exposed, if you are true, you have nothing to loose
and you may hold the heart of this fair maiden.
"Where forth art thou, oh Romeo?"
I shout it in the streets.
Do any more Romeos exist upon this earth?
Don Juans perhaps, but true Romeos?
To see is to believe and I have yet to see.
Another's warmth, another's skin.
Another's touch, another's love.
Another's lips, another's tongue.
Another's arms, another's hands.
Another's voice, another's breath.
Another's body, another's presence.
Come to me and be my other.
Warmth brushing across my lips.
Pressure in the small of my back.
Dizziness makes my head spin.
A tingling feeling running through my veins.
I can imagine it all so perfectly.
But that is it, just imagine.
Picture perfect in my head- but only in my head.
I can feel it all in my imagination,
but even in my head I can't open my eyes,
for he's not there, I can't picture him-
I can only imagine his touch.
Who are you?
Where are you?
What are you like?
When will I find you?
Running, rushing, searching, watching.
There you are!
At last!
I run to you,
finally I can collapse in your arms,
rest my head on your chest,
kiss your lips.
I reach out to you, anxious for touch.
Oh no, not again. Just another mirage.
When will I find someone real?
Particles of pleasure,
waiting for release.
Years before I find it~
Will my body thus explode?
Teasing, tantalizing.
Desire, touch.
Longed for, sought after.
Lustful thoughts.
Slow down! Stop!
This sinful nature is a b**** to control.
What I want to do and what I should do.
Look at you, sitting there...
Stop thinking you dirty, dirty mind
