Like the ocean tide travel wave
It is written on the distinction of her face
drowning in the emotional weight
passing up and down along the pace
fighting through the heavy thunderstorm way
In a tireless effort display
With much courage and praise
In an unwaveringly stay
Of a mother’s instinct pray
To protect her child as always
with her unselfishness portray
to provide a better way
in seeking her child’s needs
Even mean putting herself at last

the velvet knife
of your tongue
cut my skin

into a thousand
streamers of want
I feathered against
the unknown

a breath in the grasp
of insanity

I pooled
as ribbons on
the ground,
I was tossed to roll
aimless to reality

fire licked breasts
as thighs brushed static
into the palms of your
hands …

at first touch
is the flashback,

I burn up, a white flame

I suffered from that sylvan smile
she wore that day upon the stile,
within the forest’s golden glade
where we had sat to share the shade.

That day of first love’s tender kiss,
when I was blessed, but burnt by bliss,
I suffered - was her sweet caress,
and shape, so stunning in that dress!

I knew this girl would make me grieve,
one day, she'd up and take her leave,
to wander like the wayward wind.
As star-cross'd lovers we were twinned!

I have her picture to
hold since I can't
hold her tight.

I look at her picture
in my hand and I
try to believe
everything is
alright.

My heart is filled
with sorrow,
the pain I can not
bear.

It makes me want
to tear it out and
throw it every where.

Inside in my head I'm
losing it every single
day, I wish I could
just end it all for the
pain to go away.