My WindowIf eyes are the window to the soul, then what is a window? If anything, my window serves its purpose as an outlook towards the world. Out my window I may see the stars come and go, the sun rise, the moon's glow. But as for the scenery's soul? Outside my window, I see the seasons change. But for the better? No. The suburbs endlessly expand upwards and outwards, reaching new horizons around the world. In the artificial light, the stars grow dim and at dusk I see--rather than gold--a rusty brown which taints the azure skies. The brilliant colors I used to see grow dreary, faded, dull... I see outside my window the muted beauty of what was once an idyllic place. But inside the safety of these chilling panes abides the cynical me who must come to terms, face-to-face, with this blemished world.
I love you.She was the type of girl who knew by heart the definition of each and every sentiment. Yet the words spelled and sprawled across the pages remained simply that--words, seemingly outside her grasp forever. And yet she prolonged the ritual of carving definitions, word-for-word, into the wall that closed off her mind. But it was not that she could not feel or that she would not feel. It was simply that she harbored deep inside a passion that no words in existence could ever describe. But I now know the word she so desperately searched for; it was "love". To the unknown entity that inspired her and drove her forward, the only words necessary to convey were these: "I love you."I love you.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And I do.
I'm sorry......I broke your windowI'm sorry...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when reality came crashing through.
I got sick of waiting for the weather,
although I'd take your rain cloud any day.
Like water breaking through a dam
my words flowed forward.
Desperately trying to reach you
they lost their meaning along the way.
I kept my emotions bottled up too long
and they lost their flavor.
It was love that I wanted to taste with you.
Now I scrape it from my bleeding tongue.
Maybe it was just infatuation
rather than devotion.
But regardless of what is most believed,
I was tired of being pushed away.
More than anything right now
...I met you.