Things That Make Up MeCard games with my Grandpa,Matching dresses with my Mum,Star Wars with my Daddy.Long legs and giant sweaters,Video games and sweetmint gum,Doves, Lions, and the colorOrange.Music and Poetry,Violins and Books,Words, sounds, stories.All mine. All me.
StuckFeeling stuck.So entirely trapped within my prison.This corporeal flesh.When my soul writhes and strivesFor that which exists beyond my very borders.Feeling stuck.With longing gnawing at my very bones,I reach for you, grasp even mostSifting piece of you. ButThis corporeal shield restrains me back.Entrapped.What flimsy bit of carbon would deny me,But my very own flesh.Gnawing, aching, striving.But without.But I have felt you. Touched youIn sweet moments in between.Your soul has been shown to me and I am nowBereft.Without.What cruel play is this, that offers Glimpses of what I myself have yearned, but never had?
Sunshine and SnowTake a deep breathAnd let it go.There can be no sunshine without snow.Never forget,And always know.Sometimes life gets better whenYou just let go,So take a deep breath.
ForeverIf I asked you today,Would you be my forever?Would you take me away from the noise and the bustle?Would you walk with me and talk with me,And make me smile when I'm upset?I want you to be my forever.