You were too bright to be a diamond
a halo of brightest stars
a lover beyond the tears of a heroine
a remembrance
of the classical
the divine
you could be chiselled in marble
yet heart is flesh
but your soul is held in golden sunlight
and yet you are my darkness
in your shade
I carry the obsidian blade
to protect you
and sacrifice my heart.
Are you as warm and inviting as your picture?
your eyes inciting, emotion
yet a photo is cold to touch
as offers so little, not as much
as a warm hand
and a offer to understand.
You demand attention
with your style and made up grace
But i long to touch a real face
and place my lips on hers
but am not sure
that you’d like me if we met
chances are you and I would regret
see life and love are built on tender moments of time
spent drifting into conversation
not living in frustration
of meeting a lingerie clad model
life is not that kind of movie
But feel free to prove me wrong
with a character to match those looks
maybe I should just keep my head in my books
what could I offer you
but my dreams and poetry all the while
after all I struggle for style and grace
and where your face is pretty
I am ugly and with a worn out smile.
This love is hard like a crystal
soft like I kissed you
the drop of dew on a rose
I love you more than I supposed
your eyes hold a religion
a candle in the dark
the spark which burns light.
your speech is familiar a voice that speaks
tears fall from eyes down my cheeks
but I want to hold you like gravity
and love you more than avidly
you are my truth
my story which will never be ordinary
you sends shivers down my spine
every time we meet
you are divine
and I can’t retreat
from our divide
Which is a singularity like a soul
which when it rises it burns out of control.
In scripted dialogue
and camera click bait
is this our love story
or can heaven wait?
in the dreams of writers
will love be fore filled
if we become fighters
Will fate yield?
and will the type writer give us that happy ending
as the stage is set and then completed
Will we kiss and get married and die together or will we pretend
That love is merely written in our stars or will we have retreated
from that notion
that can be grown only come from a story we tell ourselves about each other
and that love and devotion
Is merely a set of complex conditions that come from one emotion.
I am the silence when you are talking
When you travel by car I’ll be walking
When you are arguing I’ll be at peace
I’ll be the pages in the book you’ll be the crease
You’ll be the night I’ll be the star
Shining bright from afar
You’ll be the gun I’ll be the bird in flight
That you miss
You’ll be the punch I’ll be the kiss
You’ll be the heartache and I’ll be the bliss
I’ll be the antithesis to your thesis
As we collide in opposites as we attract
We will also repel
Who will win out who can tell
in this black and white world.