Tag: poetry

Today I saw a familiar faceAt least I thought it was youYou walked by so fast, but I knew it was youI heard your laughI smelled your smellAnd didn’t think it was trueToday I saw a familiar faceAnd I couldn’t even speakMy hands go all sweatyKnees became too weakToday I saw a familiar face And I promise it was youI’d know your scent anywhereI knew it had to be trueTwo weeks passed me byAnd still no sight of youI should have spoke to love those daysInstead I just let you walk byNow these unfamiliar wordsAre all I have to showFor the love I thought I once knewIs lost in my heart of snow-Kaydee

Are you poisoning me?With your loveDevotionAnd sweet words……With your callsTextsAnd emails…..With your timeMoneyAnd gifts……..And if you are, are you trying to be my only remedy?For the feelings you give meFor the person you’re making me becomeAnd the time spent?It’s becoming clearer as the days passI’m becoming addictedObsessedIn…..love?Dare I say it….Dare I even think itLike a drug, I can feel you pass thru my systemIgniting things that set my whole body on fire and I feel like I’m floating…But also like a drug, what happens when I come back down?Will you be there to catch me?To set me on fire again and again?Or will I come down off of my high and realize that the drug is gone and I’m left feelingEmptyDesolateLost.....I need an endless supply of youA constant surplus of…

I am drawn to youI yearn for your fiery touchBut the pain you cause drives me insaneYet for some strange reasonI keep coming back for moreKnowing that for us to be oneI must make the ultimate sacrificeAnd give myself to you But I am stubborn and live for the chaseLike a moth to a flame-Kaydee

If we cried every day for the rest of our livesNothing would change but timeHurt will remainPain stays the sameSorrow never diesNor the tears from our weary eyesIf we cried every day for the rest of our livesNothing would change but time-Kaydee

I feel....I feel it…Running through my veinsCoursing through my bloodFilling my heart…….And I can’t quite put a name to it.It’s a new feelingGood…….But new.It confounds meAstounds meAndConfuses me, all at the same timeIs it okay to feel this way?Should I feel guilty?It makes me feel like everything that is good and pure and happy is filling me with this unmistakableamount of ……..SomethingIt almost feels like I should lock it awayAnd that makes me feel even more guiltyI find myself looking over my shoulder if I smile too bigParanoid that if someone sees, they may make it go awayI catch myself singing in the shower…then I stop midsong, scared that if someone hears meThey might take my music awayWhat is this feeling?It’s an inch more than happinessAn ounce more than blissfulA…