Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Blue

How fragile you are.
Heart worn on sleeve.
Lids hold back floods of tears.
Sudden breath of air.

To some you taste sweet,
While to others you seem so bitter.
To some you seem unreal.
To some you are myth.

How strong you are.
Heart strings pulling me.
Fist pound air.
Arms find embrace.

To some you are born.
To others found or lost.
To some you are all.
To others; weakness.

I can never forget you or forsake you.
Like a brush with God.
I can never live without you.
Like the cool breath of life.
But to live with you is hell laced with heaven.
Pity, pride, power.
You are LOVE. Yes. It is true. You are.

-Nosmo

2 comments:

  1. The beauty if love is that no matter how hard you may try to hide it, it will never be invisible.

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