Tag: Heart

Bad timing

It was just bad timing As you always said it was When we fell, when we met When you left, I was bereft It was just bad timing As you always knew it was When we kissed, when we fell When I lost myself, heartbroken hell Bad timing Syncopated love Taken in stolen seconds Shared…

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Run

Sometimes the desire to run Takes over from everything you love The job, the family, the friends you have will be lost, unforgotten, loved and yet, gone As you acknowledge their kindness But fail to see, how settled in their love You can ever truly be I want to run I want to escape Because…

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Double negative

I can’t not love you Just because  They say it’s better in the long run I can’t not feel comfort In your smile Just because our future’s gone  I can’t not feel empty  I remember it’s gone Just because you’ve moved on I can’t not love you Just because  I say it’s easier now that…

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Heart of Gold

“She’s got a heart of Gold” They say through their smiles “She’s got such a good heart” They say, delighted, in denial  For it’s what they don’t see That makes it truly shine It’s the shadows she keeps hidden That make her kindness devine  For the fractures and splinters  Of that self-same heart of Gold…

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Photograph

When dust dances In the morning beams Landing on your frozen smile I’m grateful I knew you And we made our time  Worthwhile

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Ghost

Whilst I still have to see you  Every day Every moment  Will keep you  A  Ghost To Me Of what we were The happiness We  Had And how  You let me Feel Good enough  Thanks For taking that away  Too My heart My hope My love My self worth And my delight  I loved you…

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Your smile;
Greets me,
Your eyes;
Meet mine,
When you're here;
I know I'll be fine,
Your eyes;
Like sapphires,
Your skin;
Like porcelain,
You make my world;
Light up again.

Your eyes;
So alive,
Your mouth;
Devine,
You make me;
Feel free from time,
You're here,
In my world;
When you laugh;
Your fingers curl,
Around my own,
You're in my world.

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screen-shot-2016-11-13-at-16-38-25I'm a promise, an apology, a gift and a hope
Desired with bold colours, I reach towards the light
Helping to hide tears, hoping I find a true smile,
A beautiful, intoxicatingly simple delight
Accompanied frequently with a stroke of a pen
And embellished and glorified by ribbon & prose
I'm his tribute, his gesture, his hope and his love
I'm a glimpse of forgiveness, requited true love,
I am the rose, his rose
Your Rose

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A poem about a woman unable to overcome her fear of trusting and sharing her feelings with the one she loved

My heart waits for unrequitedness
And then my speech is free
My mind tells me I'm safe to feel
When hearts no longer feel for me
It's a pattern of behaviour
And a rhythm I can't break
It's my heart and head I battle
Then my confession comes too late
I've loved and lost before
I've always wanted to resolve
I've never understood myself,
Or how my head and heart revolve,

It's my fault, my selfish stuttering, my emotion - I've denied
When you asked me and you held me
My mouth shut me away and lied

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A soliloquy for Katerina in Taming Of The Shrew; how she feels about her father's lack of understanding & his devotion to her sister

Katerina:

O'he knows not how I need not to love,
How I need not no man to take my heart in his.
They lack the tact and empathetic sentiment
To truly care for or woo such a tender soul that of a woman,
Their hearts and minds are all but rough in their thinking,
looking to prove and impress, to compete and to win
They fight and duel for love, they do not relish and enjoy it.
I will enjoy, I will relish, I will exploit my empathetic soul
And I will fight to meet my match, may no man derive any other means
Nor challenge me, for though I love like a woman
I can fight like a man for that love.
My bitterness is but a veil to infuriate the subjective nature of my father’s love,
He, above all men, proves that beauty is more to a man than spirit,
My spirit is as much-mellow as he desires but shall not appear so
Until one worthy of such vulnerability is near to my heart.
My father loves my sister for her simplicity, her beauty and her flirtatious manner,
She draws in money, attention and bewilderments
Which can only benefit him and his purpose,
I on the other hand… disappoint. But soft, here comes my sister.

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