I love your man as my own brother
You have a chance to be my dear sister
All my deeds are in the light without shadows
My only scheme is to love you both as one
I am sad
But I am happy to disappear
It pains me to watch little trust you two share
I am standing on the hilltop
watching you slowly burn in jealousy
Life is fragile when we think it will go on.
Do things you always want to do and you don’t need to be ready.
Go places you always want to be without planning.
See people you want to see just because.
Say I love you to someone special and not worry if you hear it back.
Life is fragile and you live it as intended.
The Living Poetry prompt – bench, rain
Continents apart day after day, “When you come back, I’ll be here.” I remember you said.
I am standing here foolishly holding onto a distant promise soaked in the winter rain.
The bench is painted red.
Is it a sign for good luck or just man made passion to hide the worn-out memory?
We need to be sure there is nothing left to say, to explain, to retain.
Pain, I finally ready to let go.
It shivers out of my heart into the cold.
My heart is heavy
in mourning
suffocating
begging for air
He let satan deceive him
played God to murder
with his bare hands
His own will
took an innocent man’s life
in the name of justice
My soul is saturated
with despair
Father!
Have mercy on us!
Forgive us
as we sinned against
You!
The morning sunlight, moves gently on our bed
Sounds of distant traffic, float into my head
Eyes slowly open and words won’t be enough
But what is left unspoken burns softly in your touchSo hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
So my love, hold me in your armsTime moves without us, this room will be untouched
We’re safe beneath the truth now
Both safe within this loveSo hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
So my love, hold me in your armsAnd oh the heart in me
Feels more than you can see
I can’t get close enough
Every single day, is ours to feel this way
I can’t get close enough, never close enough …So hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
So my love, hold me in your arms
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Cassa Bassa
The man in a suit, you are, so composed and strong
She trusts her life with you
The beast on the other hand, you too, untamed and utterly wild
She scratches and tastes coppery delight
This poem is inspired by The Fragrance Writer Jay Bleu’s original post Reflection Man
The Living Poetry prompt – Name
Sweet citrus floats on woody pine
Ageless wisdom abundant and fine
Golden dreams rest in your smile
Elegant green rope dresses up your crown
Flicker of Thoughts 