tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353925504111104082024-09-04T16:12:01.742-07:00A view that none know and the view even less expected. No one knows, let alone understands the rationale behind the mask that covers the face and the actions produced; if you can reason with the words written, you'll know more than anyone about this highly misunderstood and misread person that so whole-heartedly, underneath the livid surface, just wants the kindness shown to others..to be returned.pinkbanditohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09977045989969331061noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935392550411110408.post-24188353072754990962010-12-02T19:39:00.000-08:002010-12-02T20:49:59.713-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Second Dress.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Coffee warms my fingertips</div><div style="text-align: center;">clouds fill every thought</div><div style="text-align: center;">the touch of your skin excites my hips</div><div style="text-align: center;">your kisses warm my lips.</div><div style="text-align: center;">To dream by nature I was taught</div><div style="text-align: center;">and my dreams seem to revolve around your grip.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I look to years past</div><div style="text-align: center;">to consult the fragrant judge.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Could he be the one that might last?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I close my eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">and take a deep breath</div><div style="text-align: center;">then take a step back</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I won't go through the the pains I felt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never again I tell myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want him so</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just can't quite let go</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He makes me believe the world is mine</div><div style="text-align: center;">And when he's with me</div><div style="text-align: center;">he feels divine</div><div style="text-align: center;">his heart floats higher than the eye can see.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His breath draws me near.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everything feels all too clear</div><div style="text-align: center;">and when his cheek brushes mine</div><div style="text-align: center;">butterflies float up my spine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can feel his soul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's whispering in my ear</div><div style="text-align: center;">that my heart is his goal</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hear my alarm</div><div style="text-align: center;">And as I feared</div><div style="text-align: center;">The way I took his charm</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wasn't quite as it appeared.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here I am again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All strung out my heart's a mess</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm tearing my dreams of the dress</div><div style="text-align: center;">And throwing them to the sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">if they fly I'll always know</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't wear another dress.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Never another dress.</span></i></div><div><br /></div>pinkbanditohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09977045989969331061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935392550411110408.post-67174276437326021192010-12-01T16:57:00.000-08:002010-12-01T17:22:16.507-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>All Until I</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All the spring I touched my toes</div><div style="text-align: center;">into waters that chilled me neigh my nose.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would wander the brems til my breath was gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">til my heart sang a song 'bout the loneliest eves.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mind would quarry til the sun broke dawn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why must the loneliest hearts be worn on the sleeves?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until a light in my heart lit most alpengawn</div><div style="text-align: center;">and my eyes became foggy as I fell to the ground.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stumbled to the spawn of the Bay Rum's splendid mound.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's looming beaudeal accompanied it's frawn</div><div style="text-align: center;">into my senses the Balm of Gilead downed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thoughts of enamored sovereignty endowed my mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">and endeared my heart to forlough.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Momentarily and on, my mourning-cloak heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">would narrate a tale to all sorrows forgo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sadness entailed was to forever depart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know</div><div style="text-align: center;">for to seek is to abate</div><div style="text-align: center;">but to wait is to endow the soul</div><div style="text-align: center;">more chance than the mind could tow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br 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