Warming A Caged Heart…..

Is it this vanilla night light upon the very calm waves, carving a pathway…
The reason for me to wish out of my sensical self of you, for you…
To be right here next to me, with your head upon my shoulders, resting…
Breathing, but oh so heavy that I can feel the heat upon my chest…
Caging my delicate heart, like you, for you to keep warm in these cold nights…
To shelter my soul with a briefest of touch, of your soul’s skin…
I wish in these times to loose all track of times, gone by or to come…
For one and only of many reasons I can possibly think of…
To be with you, in the spaces between this stillness of time…
To fill the gaps between the past and the future, healing cracks of the present…
You have this extraordinary gift you don’t know of, but I do…
The state of this peace I have attained, by just the thought of us, leveraging…
Our hearts for our souls, is not one sees in light at night around the darkest of corners…
But I have, for I have seen this light in you and I can’t walk back…
Knowing this vanilla pathway, leads me to you, your soul…
I shall just lie here still and wait, wait for you to come and rest upon my shoulders…
And warm my caged heart, under the chest you’ll someday breathe upon….

The Voice…..

At this particular point… Your voice is all I need to hear sometimes…

Not your words… Not your silhouette… Just your voice…

It’s just about enough to pick me up… And help me…

Help me walk again…

You are that you know… My Love….

The Brothel…..

A brothel is what we seek to believe it is…
But reality, is what is…
Brothel remains to be, just a word then…
As we all are, but survivors…
Living off different breads….

The Fault In Us…..

Wipe off the dust, off your heart…
Let it breathe, my live from the start…
Shine that was lost once, a storm at hand…
Is calling to be, again…
Don’t smother it anymore, under your beautiful eyes…
Behind those innocent lips, I pray for every night…
To be on mine, day after night…
Let go of all fears, take this chance for you, for us…
And rest will be our fate, the stars had written…
Maybe the fault was in them, or maybe, in us….

The Soul Wound

You know why shattered pieces of glass are better in your hand… All that you need, to remove them are a pair of tweezers… But Dreams… Oh my! Dreams, when they shatter… They shatter within you… Inside your soul… Where no tweezers or doctors have ever reached or ever will… They rupture your very being, you know… But I took this chance for you… Knowing you’re worth every bit the wound, no matter its degree of pain… As it’ll heal… It’ll heal with every smile of yours… My soul will inflate itself again to fill me full… With happiness borrowed from yours….

Stars And Love…..

 

 

An ocean of emotions, at a distance but not from the soul…

A wildfire of passion, burning but parts of my mould…

A manifestation of sorts, deep rooted within me…

Your love is what everything to me, there is to see…

Exciting as it is, the thought in itself…

Listen to my words, do not pretend to be deaf…

For mutuality it craves, craves the warmth of your palm…

An electrifying moment in your eyes, a reflection of me but calm…

Flowing through my cracks, an exciting love like the dawn…

One at dusk, which won’t fall but glide across like glowing neon…

Light it will spread, to my body and soul like you do…

Our love will be every star, we’ll gaze at from our roof…

Oh these stars, that make you smile everytime…

I wish I could I die, so I’d see you smile far in time…

When no other star will survive, but I will…

To keep that smile, where it belongs to be still…

On your petal like lips, so lustrous and pure…

Like your heart, is my only cure…

Just lay still by me, keep looking beyond…

The grey highlights of the moon, of which you are fond…

I’d live like this, If I had to for nights to come…

To see your cheeks sparkle, of love called by some…

You say you love stars, to see them through clear ceilings…

Or mountain tops so high, But baby its these little things…

That you say, make my heart melt and mind sway…

To a distant world, we’ll call our own someday…

How you like to say happy, over and over again…

Pretend to not understand, my flirty remarks and refrain…

Cute is a word, that hardly come close to what I want to call you…

But helpless I stand, because there is no word in the dictionary too…

But just a light feeling of flight, In my heart thinking of your smile so dove…

This roof is my new home, because of our Stars and Love….

 

 

 

Marriage love…..

A Marriage is not love…
Love is a marriage in itself…
A marriage of emotions and the soul… It doesnt really matter to what anyone says…
Its that glazing sublime mixture only your heart can gratify…
The kind that you’ll find deep, in the oceans…
Along a bed of abandoned pearls….

Lyrics Are The Song…..

A good song is no more just a song…

When you read its lyrics of a sheet
And the tune plays in your head…

Us lovers are the same…

Baby, listen to what I say to you…

Because those are my lyrics off an old and stained typewriter sheet…

And what you think of me as, is the tune…

Put it together and touch me…

And I wont be just another lover to you….

There is a time when we choose, to do what we do…
And there is a time when we realise, what we need to do…
In order to see through, what we chose to do in the first place…
Running time is not in our hands, but keeping our eyes open is…
Be willing to see, than to look….

Purpose….. #MicroFWF @kellie__elmore

A time I still remember, when all I knew…
Was your pretty soul, I woke up to…
Dancing we saw our reason for being…
Now by the sulking sun, I fight…
I fight to find within me my purpose, my love….