She is with him, but she is unmoved in her responses,
For he is not her desire, but another man she fantasizes.
Intermittently, she feigns pleasure through spurious euphoric noises;
She cannot stop thinking of him and is taken in her longing.
Her spirit burns, in the fire of her unceasing yearning;
She is not his — but she truly wants to belong to him.
Tag: Emotions
-
-
When love is no more, the viciousness of words
is the the weapon that cuts to the core;
all that is left are melancholic whispers, and thoughts of regret.
Years of unhappiness is a slow death,
culminating in the gasping of air in final breaths—
from deep wounds, the soul is disfigured,
and the heart relinquishes passionate feelings in its relent.
There are no goodbye kisses or last intimate experiences;
after the last screams, hatred rises to the surface,
and tears are shed in stagnant silence.
The door closes, and the first night of loneliness
brings more melancholia and darkness.
In an empty dwelling, after it finally sets in,
reality is cruel in its starkness. -
Because of my faults and afflictions, do not shun me;
through loving eyes look upon me and truly see the makings of my depths.
Hear the beauty of my utterances through anguished breaths;
In my weariness, hold me in warm caress, and immerse me in your tenderness.
Had I not tasted of love, I would not have known of its healing effects;
do not turn away from me lest I am shattered in my vulnerable fragility,
for if I am shattered, I shall be vastly scattered — and if I am scattered,
the remnants of me will be blown away by the wind,
and taken to a place of desolation where coldness of the heart begins. -
True love seemed so close within reach,
Yet her eyes were so distant.
Many secrets were shared,
And many promises were given;
But after the intimate whispers and beautiful letters,
Tears blew in the wind,
Because love departed from the heart
Leaving only its remnants. -
In that moment, that precious moment,
We let go of inhibitions and fear,
We are vulnerable with each other
And our stories of hurt we share.
A solemn face is gently stroked
By loving hands that brush against her hair.
With tears in my eyes I kiss her lovingly,
And wipe away her tears. -
Tears of joy fall from her eyes
I hold her in warmth
Emotions well up inside
A new life has been born
A precious gift to our lives
I caress your face
And together we cry. -
A comforting touch;
Emotions are released;
Tears flow. -
The first time I saw you, I loved you,
But you had already given your love
To someone else;
Many years have passed,
And I still think about you;
You have imprisoned my emotions,
For my heart still belongs to you;
Until you are mine,
My soul will always long for you. -
The feelings of darkness surround me as anxiety overtakes me, and fear entraps me. It’s like invisible forces control me, as ghosts of the past haunt me. I’ve tried to break free, but they constantly taunt me. To my demise they pull me; In silence I suffer as they torment me; night and day it overtakes me. No tranquility. No peace, as they bait me. Constant insomnia. No rest; no sleep, for it awakes me. My Lord and My God, why do you forsake me? Will I survive or will it erase me? I look into the mirror, and the person looking back at me hates me. I am alone in my terror. Who will save me? It is a persistent suffering, but I fight the good fight daily. Is there any fight left in me? Maybe. I prefer when the skies are grey and rainy; I have grown accustomed to the darkness, for it has embraced me, and in that embrace it has chained me. I am now a slave to suffering, ever since that fateful night it found me. It was on a dark street in New York City, that panic first attacked me. I fought hard and valiantly, but it overtook me. It wreaked havoc on my mind, and to the core it shook me; it was strategic in the way it ambushed me, for I was unaware that it stalked me. It took my breath and to the ground it brought me; I would have cried out for help but who would understand me? I lay on the ground frozen, for it had paralyzed me. To heaven I will call once more, and hope that God hears me.
-
I’m so in love with you and I could never forget the first time we . . .
laid eyes on each other; it was then that I had visions of kissing you . . .
I went out on a limb and told you my true feelings for you, and it was then we found love in each other’s arms . . .
Intimate Compositions 