Thinking of you

Thinking of you
by Rachel

I have been thinking of you,
And the way you make me feel.
I'm getting scared now
Cause these feelings feel so real,
I've always felt it,
But it's never been this strong
I cannot fall now
I've got to hold on.
When my eyes are on you
It's so hard to look away.
When its time too leave you
I so badly want to stay.
I want to tell you
What's running through my head
But for now I'll just keep it to myself instead,
Cause I want nothing to jeopardize
The friendship that we created over the years,
And I don't want to be left
Heartbroken and in tears.
I want you to know how I feel,
And that I mean it, sometimes
I just want to scream it, its real.
These words have been bottled up inside
They explain the feelings I hide
And the failed times I've tried.
I don't know how much longer I will keep this in,
Thinking of ways,
Don't know where to begin.
Deeply confused,
Don't know what to do,
I'll just leave it be, wait and see,
It will happen if it's meant to be.
I have your friendship,
But I really want your heart
This is tearing me apart;
I don't know what to do
I just want to be with you,
Make you happy and make you smile.
Though times I cant see you for a while,
Its only cause my hearts desires can't be filled.
It's hard to know you're with someone else
When all I want is you here with me,
I want to show you what this could be;
I don't want to tell you
I want you to just open up your eyes and see.
I want you to feel it,
The feelings that I feel,
I really want to show them,
These feelings are so real.
But I can't show you,
I probably never will because
I want to walk, but your standing still.
These are the feelings inside of me,
That are locked away
Waiting to be free,
Drowning my heart in misery.

I Love You

I Love You!
© By krystal nance

 
I never really knew you
You were just another friend
But when I got to know you,
I let my heart unbend.
I couldn't help past memories
that would only make me cry
I had to forget my first love
and give love another try
So I've fallen in love with you
and I'll never let you go
I love you more than anyone
I just had to let you know
And if you ever wonder why
I don't know what I'll say
But I'll never stop loving you
each and every day
My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember one thing
I Love You!

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Twenty Days

I want to kiss your red wine stain
I want to tame your dark lion's mane
As you stalk around me ten foot by fifteen
Just us in this space here and it feels mean.

You're so feral but you seem caged
A black heart like yours should fly free
I can't rest til you're together with me
Like all bad sailors ought to be.

In the dirty warm nights you haunt me
I think of your newborn gaze
With your feral talk and panther walk
I can't wait for twenty days.

I guess I've been hooked, baby
It's more than one cold girl can take
I can't pretend there's not a woman inside me
Who feels it when her heart aches.

New work...

London
London awaits me,
Her twice-worn skirt
Fluttering enticingly.

I can smell the city,
And civilisation.

For, in London
You can be anyone.

No small minds.

Just her hurrying children,
Scurrying like rats from
Tunnel to tunnel.

London is a wise old whore,
Who could tell a few tales
But everything is sacred;
The smallest details
Will not leave her lips
Because London is a lady
And she’s seen more than most.

Endless jabbering and sickly smells
Float from coast to coast.

The scrutiny of aristocrats
As they debate a bruised apple.

The lost words
Of a foreigner
Drift alongside others.

So many unanswered questions
And lonely beds
In hotels I can scarcely afford.

An ideal home
For the nomadic soul.

Man of pallor and sinew,
Lie beside me
As I contemplate the river
That is forever there for me,
Flowing tetchily forth
Like the disgruntled aristocrat
Who discards a bruised apple
Not good enough for him to eat.

Fruit lies forgotten
In London’s violent heat.

Love

 L.O.V.E

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore and

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore and

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you

Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you

Pursuit, by Sylvia Plath

There is a panther stalks me down:
One day I'll have my death of him;
His greed has set the woods aflame,
He prowls more lordly than the sun.
Most soft, most suavely glides that step,
Advancing always at my back;
From gaunt hemlock, rooks croak havoc:
The hunt is on, and sprung the trap.
Flayed by thorns I trek the rocks,
Haggard through the hot white noon.
Along red network of his veins
What fires run, what craving wakes?

Insatiate, he ransacks the land
Condemned by our ancestral fault,
Crying:  blood, let blood be spilt;
Meat must glut his mouth's raw wound.
Keen the rending teeth and sweet
The singeing fury of his fur;
His kisses parch, each paw's a briar,
Doom consummates that appetite.
In the wake of this fierce cat,
Kindled like torches for his joy,
Charred and ravened women lie,
Become his starving body's bait.

Now hills hatch menace, spawning shade;
Midnight cloaks the sultry grove;
The black marauder, hauled by love
On fluent haunches, keeps my speed.
Behind snarled thickets of my eyes
Lurks the lithe one; in dreams' ambush
Bright those claws that mar the flesh
And hungry, hungry, those taut thighs.
His ardor snares me, lights the trees,
And I run flaring in my skin;
What lull, what cool can lap me in
When burns and brands that yellow gaze?

I hurl my heart to halt his pace,
To quench his thirst I squander blook;
He eats, and still his need seeks food,
Compels a total sacrifice.
His voice waylays me, spells a trance,
The gutted forest falls to ash;
Appalled by secret want, I rush
From such assault of radiance.
Entering the tower of my fears,
I shut my doors on that dark guilt,
I bolt the door, each door I bolt.
Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:

The panther's tread is on the stairs,
Coming up and up the stairs.

by Sylvia Plath.