Roses & Time Well-SpentA Poem by Breezie KaeWritten during freshman year.I don’t want to think about it; I just want to feel everything; everything and you. I want to feel sunlight raining down, I want to feel roses and time well-spent. I want to feel the touch of a butterfly storming on a meadow. I want bliss again, is that too much to ask? I want rainbows, but storm clouds block the color out, and bleakly you speak of loving her. But do you feel everything? Everything and her? I try to feel you but how, when she’s wrapped all around you and your sunlight? I don’t want to think about the consequences, sometimes I don’t want to feel, I want to disregard it all and show you that I can only feel you. And I wish to show you dancing tongues and angel lips and souls united under a canvas of “this shouldn’t be.” And I wish to seize the moment and make for good time, for forever only lasts so long until it shrivels up into smoke and collision into an apocalyptic melee of broken hearts, but alas; a battle would be beautiful if it were for the heart of you. And dying would be beautiful if it was in the name of love. And love would be beautiful if it were ever enough. Enough to see in a reflection; if only in your eyes. And I wish to be held, and to be that choice that makes or breaks a man. I want corruption and chaos; but only for hearts. I wish to fall and shatter; not topple and break. Topple and wobble, out of balance, out of center out of clear sanity, or sane clarity. And this - in your memory. But could you cry out blossoms and plant your tears? In a bittersweet aroma and music filling my ears. And if you could tell me exactly what I want to hear, bliss and serenity, roses and time well-spent, or the touch of a butterfly felt for years. © 2010 Breezie KaeFeatured Review
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