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Had seen it all, or so I thought. Then ran into your beautiful smile
Pearly white, radiant… Paired with a sad, thoughtful pair of eyes.
Lost and shallow, as if your soul were hollow
Seemed lost in despair.
Body present, but heart wasn’t there.
Compelled, couldn’t resist looking at you.
Embellished with sunshine, such an splendid view.
Slowly, but surely I found my way into your heart.
Flowers blooming in concrete walls, merely the start.
Eyes now vivid and joyful, smile now filled with life.
Oh, how perfect timing would change the rest of our lives. ♥

I’M SOFT

I’m soft.

I try not to let the world made me hard, or your lies break my smile.

I’m soft as the wind whispering into your ear an “I love You”.

Soft as the birds, high in flight.

Free of spirit, heart, and mind.

I’m soft because this world allows me to love you.

 

I’m soft.

 

I’m a soft drop of water running down your back;

Soft candle light adoring your thighs.

I am your soft heart breaking into pieces.

I am your warm smile greeting all those she misses.

 

Tired.

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I’m tired of trying. 

I’m tired of crying

Im tired of running

into your arms. 

 

With such desperation 

And no hesitation 

I gasp for air 

Crawling out of your arms.

 

Would you give me a break-or two?

 

I’m tired of warm tears

I’m tired of wishing

Tired of imagining it another way.

 

I’m tired of this us,  

Im tired of that you,

I’m tired of this me, 

I’m tired like hell. 

Sigh…

Recently you’ve turned…

I don’t know where I stand

Maybe I’m in quicksand

This should not be it.

Hope has left me, and

Tears seem to act like sleeping pills

with swollen eyes as the side-effect.
My undecided heart now numb

still suffers

I’ve lost my once sane mind

I thought you were the waves to my sand

Just as the waves crash against each other

Our souls have collided.

The outcome is not as magnificent,

Or as beautiful.

Just as the waves kiss the sand

Whenever they reach shore

My heart craved your touch.

I was, simply, never enough.

Now you’re kissing other shores

and I’m waiting for your waves.

Crashing, colliding inside

Trying to make room for air.

 

Daily Prompt: Me Time

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Ummm.. Since I’m playing on breaking up with my boyfriend tonight I’d say my perfect Sunday would consist of waking up in my beach house. That’s the one place I like to go just to relax and be calm, (or to go party and happily life live) and in which I feel I can meditate about my life and what awaits me. Perfection, on this very moment, would be waking up and walking towards our deck, just in time to see the sun come up, reminding me that it will always, ALWAYS be bright, no matter how bad things may seem right now. We just need to change our perspective on things. We just need to understand better days are ahead. A perfect Sunday morning-wake-up would be having the combined sounds of roosters and waves wake me up, feeling me with that sort of peace only waves can fill me with. My perfect Sunday would consist of waking up to an empty beach, because the moments I enjoy the most are the ones in which I have complete privacy. It’d be Waking up in a place too far for anyone to just show up, and too remote for cell phones to really work. It would be to wake up in that little paradise I can gladly call home, so I can completely relax and get my head and heart together.. or as much as I possibly could. It would be to TRULY understand, on that Sunday, that sometimes your heart takes paths that are not best for you, that it’s better to be hurt and heart-broken than to be mistreated and fooled. It would be to start healing, slowly, but surely, until it does not hurt anymore to think of the last few days. Until I can understand. Until remembering doesn’t bring tears into my eyes as it just did. It would be to start the not-resenting him process, so I can truly be happy and move on without caring about him, even though -knowing me- I doubt that will be the case.

A perfect Sunday would be one in which my heart understood what my mind just realized, and the hurting ceased to exist.IMG-20120101-00133

…And after that Perfect Sunday, I would want to just stay there for a couple of more weeks, because a day is not enough to start healing about something that consumed every bit of your soul, for over a year.