The eye of the storm finally arrives,
As destruction awaits the pain it derives.
Through wind and rain, waves and ash,
Helping hands of self freedom break free at long last.
With a gaze of lost hope towards empty skies,
Angelic, soft fingertips wipe tears from my eyes.
With warm breath on my skin, whispers reach my ears,
Such beautiful perfection fights these internal fears.
Lips upon lips, bliss tastes so damn sweet,
My heart I thought lost, once again starts to beat.
Horizons so clear, internal storms subside,
I see forever in the eyes of this angel now mine.
So I turn to the wind as it whispers goodbye,
And carries the aroma of love through the sky.
With a deep inhale, I feel finally free,
Of potential internal self monstrosities.
On the hilltops of this world, above my fears I stand,
With my best friend and my angel holding my hand.
I brace myself for smiles and joyful years,
And thank my fate for guiding you here.
Free from the storm, proud and true,
My heart, forever, belongs to you.
| wow for 2am this is really good! and theirs not one piece i like, its the whole thing. cant wait to read some more from you||| Posted on 2010-11-09 00:00:00 | by scardnscared | [ Reply to This ] || Well written, I enjoyed the use of the storm as a metaphor. Your use of descriptive wording is wonderful. The emotion your portray is raw and on your sleeve. Keep writing! |
|| Posted on 2010-11-04 00:00:00 | by DearlyDeparted | [ Reply to This ] |