The Beginning of Nowhere
Why does she think that I matter. I am Just a little nobody from a place called somewhere. While she is a million miles away in a place called nowhere.
Why does she think that I matter. When she asked me for my heart. I gave it to her and she let it drop and shatter. Now its broken, bruised and battered.
Why does she think that I matter. Maybe it’s because she picked up all the pieces and repaired what I lost. My emotions and feelings return.
Why does she think that I matter. I think I know the answer now. It’s because she loves me. That is why I will always matter to her.
I couldn't sleep so I wrote this poem. It's called Passion.
Their eyes lock. She waits for his first move as does he. Silent vows are made. Their hands interlaced as blackened hearts begin to beat. Breathing sweet life into still bodies. Their undeclared love is not unrequited. Yet they stand together emboldened and their actions remain to serve one purpose. To shed light in the morbid darkness. Only to begin a new life.
The Poem of Life
Poem of Life
Light of Day beginning of Dawn.
Eyes opening beholding the true beauty of life.
Sweet caressing breeze and cleansing touch of water.
The light is Life and brightens the darkness.
All is beginning and Ending before we can pass a breath.
But to live and breathe life unto others is truly worth the touch of light.
You don't have to know anyone to care for everyone.