Slow It Down

Moving so fast life can't catch up with you,
Confused and knowing at the same time,
Paradox....
Are you trying too hard?
Or not enough?
How do you find someplace to hide,
Knowing that you are already found?
How do you show your love,
When he is blind to it?

Or does he simply deny it,
With the few words,
Slow it down....

We'll See....

Shall you deny the possibility of loving a stranger?
Of having feelings for an older man?
Of cradeling a strangers child as if your own?
Or is this just love, just confusion.

If there was less pain, less restriction,
You could servive yes?
Maybe not, maybe so....

You hope that denying all truth will make you forget,
What you have and have not become.
What you wish to become.

Or what you are to become?
We'll see....

Sorrow dug deep into your flesh,
Tears of acid burning through ur heart,
Complications not known to man,
Fogging up all happiness.

Special Friend

Tears running over my cheeks i run to you.
New guy in my life I've fallen for deeply,
you know first.
My pain, weaknesses, and secrets,
You know them all.

What i keep from my family,
you have always known.
What i dislike about you,
you don't.

I love you with all my heart,
I trust you also.
Tears Running over my cheeks i run to you,
Special Friend.

Crazy About You

I have yet to meet you but i have fallin in love.
I wish to feel your touch, not of the physical aspect but of the mind.
I wish to hear ur words and watch as they caress me.
I have yet o meet you but i have fallin in love.

Can i just hear one more word?
May i take in one more smile,
a smile of yours in which i may not see,
but feel so sincerely.

Please don't forget me,
in which i may not survive.
Please love me as i do you.
I have yet to meet you but i have fallin in love.

She'd say.

In a daze, most would say.
But she'd say in a fog.
Head in the clouds they complain,
but she'd claim it's drowning in the dropless rain.
So fustrating! They scream.
Though she'd say it's just the lightening.
Storms of anger, fustration, maybe hurt.
Winds of tears, threatening to spill over the heart.
Rains of deep breaths, hoping to get over the stress.
That's what she'd say.

Missing out, or growing stronger?

Missing something that is meant to be such a huge part of your life,

Enveloped in the pain that runs deep,

Hidden in your heart,

No,

Your mind,

Or,

Maybe both,

Maybe being lost in feeling the pain isn't the worst it gets,

Is it possible that the resentment felt tward that person, that event,

Makes you stronger in ways that can only be felt after feeling weak,

Feeling lost and without control?

Cry.

Let the tears run, puddle, dry.

As the drout of resentment and anger fades,

You grow with power

Power that can only be used within.

Used within the heart,

No,

The Mind,

Maybe both.