Starting a day next to you is like standing on a beach
Feeling the sand under your feet, smelling the salty sea air
And feeling the fine spray of water on my skin as a wave crashes to the shore
You ignite my senses and you make my heart dance
Your face, your heart, your amazing spirit
Have all captured me and enslaved me and made me to bow to the majesty of my very own ocean
Your tide pulls me down, gravitates me to you
I know that you are where I belong and I know that I am drowning in your waters
But I have o desire to struggle, I surrender myself willingly
To the ebb of your sea.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Monday, March 26, 2018
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
You
Even though I feel as if I am losing you more with every passing minute
You are still my lifeline, my lighthouse beckoning me from the rugged and ruthless ocean of life
You are the tide that brushes over me, cleansing me, making me clean and whole again
She is the rock that tosses me about
Disturbing my peace of mind
I realise you will never fully know the capacity or velocity of my love, but still I utter three useless words as the current of emotion brushes over me,
and the rocks disturb the calmness of my inner being
'I LOVE YOU'
You are still my lifeline, my lighthouse beckoning me from the rugged and ruthless ocean of life
You are the tide that brushes over me, cleansing me, making me clean and whole again
She is the rock that tosses me about
Disturbing my peace of mind
I realise you will never fully know the capacity or velocity of my love, but still I utter three useless words as the current of emotion brushes over me,
and the rocks disturb the calmness of my inner being
'I LOVE YOU'
Monday, March 19, 2018
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Dreams
Once upon a dream
You find what you've been looking for
You find the person
You find the place
You find your destiny
When's it my turn?
You find what you've been looking for
You find the person
You find the place
You find your destiny
When's it my turn?
Monday, March 12, 2018
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
The Myth called Love
You and I toss and turn
Revolving in this glass cage we call love
What is love?
A word?
An emotion?
A feeling?
Something often used for the wrong reasons
Something often used to express feelings one can't comprehend or handle
'and what do you think? one may ask
Frankly my dear, I don't give a dam
Revolving in this glass cage we call love
What is love?
A word?
An emotion?
A feeling?
Something often used for the wrong reasons
Something often used to express feelings one can't comprehend or handle
'and what do you think? one may ask
Frankly my dear, I don't give a dam
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