His love is so addictive
his touch lights my soul.
It is more than I've felt before
or thought I would ever know.
Like cake to sweet
or chocolate too rich.
Too much yet not enough
to scratch my deepest itch.
He is an obsession
a drug I can not kick.
At times I'm flying high
others I am feeling sick.
I ache for him
when we are apart
he owns my soul
has captured my heart.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Souls Addiction
His souls addiction
calls to him once more.
Leaving me an empty shell
lying here on the floor.
I watch him
as he walks away.
I tell myself
he's only gone for today.
I pretend his words of love and comfort
are meant for my ears.
I pretend when he says, "your the one"
it soothes my growing fears.
I pretend his look of admiration
is to be seen by my eyes.
I pretend that as he slumbers
it is not me, the one who cries.
calls to him once more.
Leaving me an empty shell
lying here on the floor.
I watch him
as he walks away.
I tell myself
he's only gone for today.
I pretend his words of love and comfort
are meant for my ears.
I pretend when he says, "your the one"
it soothes my growing fears.
I pretend his look of admiration
is to be seen by my eyes.
I pretend that as he slumbers
it is not me, the one who cries.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Branded Venom
Though he tries to heal me
with a loving hand.
His touch sears my skin
leaving his brand.
His lips spewed venom
with every word spoken.
Emptiness in my chest
of a heart that's broken.
For now the battle rage
has ceased
I close my eyes
to pray for a release.
with a loving hand.
His touch sears my skin
leaving his brand.
His lips spewed venom
with every word spoken.
Emptiness in my chest
of a heart that's broken.
For now the battle rage
has ceased
I close my eyes
to pray for a release.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Constant Chaos
Each day I visit this spot,
our spot.
A little nook beside the ocean,
a tiny shoal of sand and sun,
textured with the sound of the ocean.
How I love this place.
My spirit is soothed here.
It is both constant and ever changing.
Much like the love that exists between he and I,
the tide rolls in,
the tide rolls out.
Our souls colliding
at times frantic and furious,
at times soft and smooth.
Predictably unpredictable
Our constant chaos.
our spot.
A little nook beside the ocean,
a tiny shoal of sand and sun,
textured with the sound of the ocean.
How I love this place.
My spirit is soothed here.
It is both constant and ever changing.
Much like the love that exists between he and I,
the tide rolls in,
the tide rolls out.
Our souls colliding
at times frantic and furious,
at times soft and smooth.
Predictably unpredictable
Our constant chaos.
About Of Light and Dark
I've always seen beauty in every aspect of life's journey.
There is particular beauty in the dark side of human existence. It is our trials in life that bind us to each other. Knowing in our pain we are not alone. It is these times in my life I find comfort in the written word.
There is particular beauty in the dark side of human existence. It is our trials in life that bind us to each other. Knowing in our pain we are not alone. It is these times in my life I find comfort in the written word.
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