Your smile suffocated my dreams
building the foundation of love by
rearranging my hopes of today alone
into an asylum of togetherness;
hand crafted imaginings encased in
old wooden crates sitting alone in a
dust filled corridor of undeclared
desires and unfulfilled needs;
I have never allowed anyone to
Venture beyond the superficial
For there is none willing to seek
out the treasures surrounded by pain;
and yet, I can’t see clearly since you
have appeared for my devices have
no effect on one whose recreated the
definition of Webster’s idea of one;
How is it that what was once a
Plan rooted in crystal clear vision
is now blinded by an every day
silouhette etched in my vision;
I watch as you walk the path to me
Gently through sediments of guilt
That ooze libations of memories
Creating slippery, painful paths;
Nothing to hold onto, no light to
Guide and yet you, a traveler of
Faith, continues forward as your
Steps are stabilized by love’s grip;
I didn’t want you to experience so much
of me and yet with every step you walk
Another door is opened and another
Lock is broken to reveal more trust;
Will I ever reclaim my grip on what
I believe should be the best for me
Or shall I continue to allow the doors
To be torn down by this holder of love;
I want find a way to resurrect my
dreams but my strength is stolen
by an addiction to embrace the
configurations of your essence;
so today, i shall just rest in your
arms as my strength to deny is now
reformed into a strength to cover
you in the adoration of my heart...
when "love" becomes "in love"...
building the foundation of love by
rearranging my hopes of today alone
into an asylum of togetherness;
hand crafted imaginings encased in
old wooden crates sitting alone in a
dust filled corridor of undeclared
desires and unfulfilled needs;
I have never allowed anyone to
Venture beyond the superficial
For there is none willing to seek
out the treasures surrounded by pain;
and yet, I can’t see clearly since you
have appeared for my devices have
no effect on one whose recreated the
definition of Webster’s idea of one;
How is it that what was once a
Plan rooted in crystal clear vision
is now blinded by an every day
silouhette etched in my vision;
I watch as you walk the path to me
Gently through sediments of guilt
That ooze libations of memories
Creating slippery, painful paths;
Nothing to hold onto, no light to
Guide and yet you, a traveler of
Faith, continues forward as your
Steps are stabilized by love’s grip;
I didn’t want you to experience so much
of me and yet with every step you walk
Another door is opened and another
Lock is broken to reveal more trust;
Will I ever reclaim my grip on what
I believe should be the best for me
Or shall I continue to allow the doors
To be torn down by this holder of love;
I want find a way to resurrect my
dreams but my strength is stolen
by an addiction to embrace the
configurations of your essence;
so today, i shall just rest in your
arms as my strength to deny is now
reformed into a strength to cover
you in the adoration of my heart...
when "love" becomes "in love"...