Princess of my words

The who I am sitting here is not who I can be when you're near
I may see you on the morrow; but I'll never reach for you caged by my own sorrow
Instead I'll hold these literal moments close at hand and from you all your words demand
My touch on your skin may never be, but the words you speak call to me
A turn of phrase is a finger on my cheek. What you have to say thrills me then turns me weak
Though the physical distance is impossible to rise above that special name spoken just for me wraps me in a hug
Skin to skin never to be, but the words we speak fulfill part of me.

Until it sleeps

I don't want to hurt anyone. Least of all me. Yes, it's mostly about me.
I just want to dream a different dream every night. I want my dreams at night to make up for the dispassionate days.
Don't be fooled to think I'm a loser. I'm not. But my kind of victories are the boring kind. Each accomplishment only adds to my world closing in.
I need room to breathe.
I want to live again and again the rush of tension building up.
I want butterflies to make home in my stomach and never cease to flutter.
I want the shudder of being touched for the first time.
I want you to want me when I want you to. And you can never fail...
...to capture my attention, to keep my interest, to amaze me and then to soothe me until I sleep.

I will rise in perfect light

I will rise in perfect light,
Shining and oh so bright!
Look at me and wonder:
Couldn’t I’ve trusted her?

I have loved you forever.
You looked for another.
The road to me was there,
Yet it took you nowhere...
Leave it at rest they say,
But I strive to get my way.
Losing you is not an option,
My longing dictates my action.
I love your company,
And everlasting memory.
The ghostly presence...
The kiss, the embrace.
All of them are mine,
Given to me one time.
Presents wrapped in pain,
For a love given out in vain.

All good things come to an end

I see it’s granules of golden sand
languidly descending, in my hand
the crushed petals of the rose
and my valentine’s gift of prose
I hold my breath and listen
to the gentle rush of whisper
as you hold her hand and kiss
the brow of my rival, the abyss
slowly shaping in my life, a tease,
a taste of freedom, I don’t need this
another turn and I start again
breathing, watching the falling rain
slowly coming back to life
blossoming to my full height
I stand alone but fresh and revived
to be seen, loved and admired!

Loneliness (makes the loudest noise)

...the sound of your steps,
Echoing as when you left
Mine is the dread of the misfits
Forever in awe from your theft
Without my heart, without my wits.
Had you been here for long,
I would have overcome.
But your presence was a mist...
My longing is so much greater than that!
I mourn like it was death,
But there’s no grave to go back...
No escape, no defusing,
I’m forever your prisoner.
Enticed with the dream of you
Nurtured within my soul,
Fed by me solely... and the love that I (alone) sew...

Left in my misery

Left in my misery
Abandoned to… what will it be?
Lying broken, shredded and stained.
Why would you do that?
Why would you leave at,
The gracious endeavour of my court?…
The luscious urge of my voice…
Couldn't wake you? Couldn’t take you?
I’ll struggle, I won’t back.
I forgive, I’ll react.
I gather strength for what comes next
Truly faded and a wreck,
A cautious stranger, a tried cat
All my will and power left
Aimed at giving the right enact
Ever hoping… for some respect.

Someone stole my poet

Someone stole my poet
The one that was not mine
Someone stole my poet
And left me far behind

Someone stole my poet
I crave him even more
Someone stole my poet
It hurts to see him gone

Someone stole my poet
The orphan words are agony
Someone stole my poet
My bard’s heart is lonely

Someone stole my poet
And had every right to it
Someone stole my poet
I’m last years queen