I know I’m asking much of you but could you love me pass your limits?

Could I breathe lies and not get lost in your truth, fall right into now and forget the past with you?

Sometimes I wanna feel your warmth, while drowning in the loneliness of today, fight for 2morrow, without forgetting nothing is promise anyways.

I want to cough up all my thoughts of you and hope the contact from the blow leaves everything here you refuse to know.

I have dance with anger and regret, found out the last song which was played is the one that got away.

I don’t want to understand my heart, because the engraving from the heros who have travel here, no longer carry weight and no longer do I seek to know the future of my hearts fate.

I am the definition of so many stories of true love finding its way but I have yet to see the chapter that leads me to my minds resting place.

Give me back the time which was stolen so easy from me, give me back the words which should have never been heard without a stable memory, Give me back the lyrics of the songs which were sing for you and maybe one day I will recovery from these unfortunate events love has sent me through.

You think you understand love but misinterpret the meaning. You have decided love is about how someone looks instead of the journey it takes to find a face, you think its determine by money but lose sight of it’s beauty, you allow it to bring you to your knees instead realizing love is the one thing that helps you to your feet.

I have made my points, laid my shadow at your feet and I hope you understand love is more then just skin deep.  

Roanne

Can I walk with you to share my thoughts on a broken heart?

Can I tell you that no matter how many times you have been down this road, and no matter how much it hurts. In your heart you should always come first.

Did I ever tell you their were stories of your beauty? Once expressed as more then a passing moment, but a tattoo on the less worthy.

You are your own voice in a world which demands silence. You have all the tools to create the refluence in the mirror you would like to see, and I hope it shows you everything I see in you, I have always believe you would be. Smart, strong, kind, and brave. The music to an unfinished song written by a composer who understood the best in you as I do.

Love might have been stripped away from you but happiness has never taking pause.

A kiss might have slipped through your hands but you have yet to miss your chance to grasp faith, as you in the dark find your way.

Crying is not a symbol of weakness, but a way to clean the soul and mind of unwanted memories. So this angel place on earth can finally remember the reason she was giving wings. To inspire others in believing that a goodbye doesn’t mean the end of you or that pain has no place inside a new beginning, I know it takes time even a heart has a pace but never let anything define your footsteps in the sand and never forget struggles make us who we are Roanne.

Outer Space

This time is more different then the others, I know I’ve said this once before. But

today my world ended and gave me a chance to rebuild my heart once more.

I looked through the garage but I couldn’t see through the smoke.

It was the things I lost in the fire.

But In the frames would be where one finds themselves.

I seen things torn down around me, but couldn’t make out the directions from where there were cries of help.

Grab a mirror saw the reflection of my internal self.

If love could lend support please allow me to send out an SOS, but if the signal fades tell the my heart I gave it my best.

I see myself heading for a crash landing but not giving into fear.

Told myself if i every fell in love again I would steer away from the storm until it was safe for me again.

If trust and love was a final assignment then I have already accepted my failing grade, because I never understood the material but I took the test anyways.

If love is glass can we pick up the pieces without cutting ourselves or would we be silly to think that you and me would ever be anything more then make believe?

Somewhere on this path to find life I ran into you but no one ever warned me that the enemy could be one half of two.

I have decided to be selfish a little, and love less, watch the rest of things inside me burn because I didn’t find a reason to save a soul which has sold itself.

All the dust just reminds me of my judgement of others so unclear, but I cover my eyes before I enter this room because people can never cut off your air supply unless you give them permission too.

Let me lay at the feet of hope and pray that 2morrow brings the strength from which many have destroyed. I ask you to Identify in me this place, but please stay clear of my outer-space.

I decided today to cry—not because my eyes owed me a moment of release, but because it took so long for me to understand that tears are not a sign of weakness but the soul’s way of cleaning. 

My tears fell upon the ground and, for a second in time, I could see the reflection of someone less stressed, more controlled, more self-confident in what tomorrow could hold. 

I cried for all the people who were scared to and for those who forgot how; for the people who put their full trust in someone and broke down when someone else stepped out of the shadows. 

I gave my heart the words it’s been waiting to hear and the rest my body and mind deserved. 

Told my body it was ok to sit down because my legs were tried of holding up the world. 

If strength is all part of a mind state, then allow me to think of myself as weak. 

Though it is long past due for me, I want to be allowed the opportunity to lean on somebody. 

I cried for the things I said to you because words are there to empower, not to abuse. 

They are there to bring comfort and to drag a person from the darkest moments to the arrival of the light. 

Let my sorry be in the form of a tear, and I’ll let as many fall, as you need to hear. 

I cry for the people who have been hurt by past relationships or for people who invested everything in something but didn’t realize it had no return. 

For the time spent with a loved one who has now moved on to a better place.

I don’t cry for your sadness but for the hugs and kisses you’ll never get a chance to place on their face. 

Do not a let tear fall which has no meaning but one to breathe life into what was once beautiful, us! 

People watch me standing here as each tear began its way from my eyes and takes a journey from the deepest and most painful memories. 

I began to wipe my face—don’t worry about me. I’ll be ok; these tears I share with you were a part of my life learning process.

My thoughts began to race to a time when life was much simpler then the current times. 

Where your voice save my day, on a lost ship which was hit by regret but somehow you find me.

 We need not think about 2morrow as we have today which was barrow. 

Stolen solely from moment wish were told by many voices to be erase in fear, of the heartbreaking truth which could only be spoken by you. 

One day is all we have to paint this picture. 

To write a song of freedom that the world would sing, 

While we are making a bet in which we might lose, but I’ll bet the stars at the chance to see them with you. 

We must live for this moment or we will not get the opportunity to see many more. 

We must laugh and drink from the cup of love mistakes, if we dare to make a few of our own.    

Could you take risk of never being seen the same again or would u be stuck because of fear? of skydiving into trust but the first step is a must. 

We only have today to watch a movie that reminds you of us and to write a book of all the things we would never say, while trying to figure out where do we go from here.

 If we only have this one day, let no tears come from eyes which have brought life to a homeless soul, turned a world upside down, and rebuilt a life left in ruins. Are you calming for us on this one day it is possible for us to do this? 

if this one day is the last we may have left, let us touch a little longer then usually in fear of never being able to again, lets us kiss with more passion until we can no longer breathe, let me place a ring around the finger of your heart as I say for better or for worst. 

This is the reason I have faith in the impossible, this is the reason I welcome 2morrow, if this must be the last time the sun is to hit our faces. I”m glad to say I used my time wisely on this One day. 

I feel like I’m losing what I thought made me special in order to make other happy. I thought my strength was what many people loved about me, my ability to be there for the people I love when they are in need, or my desire to be truthful and make their lives more of adventure then what was a expected from them in everyday life by their families. It’s sad that you must leave people lives sometimes in order for them to understand that not everyone they meet in life will be more welling to give then to take :) 

Heaven

I never knew I could meet heaven in its truest form

Quiet, self confident a place I yarn to be more and more.

I want to be here with you every second of today

And tomorrow would never come because if I’m right

You are

The state of existence of the blessed after this mortal life

You are heaven

The clouds to the sky’s the morning to sunrise  

The cloth to which stitching of convert exist to bring a warmth of happiness to my life

A frame to which the picture is perfect and the subject of every conversion. The reflection of my soul’s courterpart until I reach the end of life’s final destination.

Where did I find Heaven? Or did heaven find me

Was in your smile which proves to me some angles do existed without wings.

Are was it your touch when you ran your fingers over mine and for that split moment in time are hearts became intertwined

I try to explain this to people but none understand. They response but saying you are speaking of this person as if there legendary or written history and I just shake my head.

 I speak of them as if they were Heaven.

One of the poem I thought I lost :)

One thing i don’t need
is any more apologies
i got sorry greeting me at my front door
you can keep your
i don’t know what to do wit em
they don’t open doors
or bring the sun back
they don’t make me happy
or get a morning paper
  didn’t nobody stop using my tears to wash cars
cuz a sorry

i am simply tired
of collectin
i didnt know
i was so important to you
i’m gonna have to throw some away
i cant get to the clothes in my closet
for all the sorries
i’m gonna take a sign to my door
leave a message by the phone
‘if you called
to say yr sorry
call somebody
else
i don’t use em anymore’
i let sorry/ didn’t meanta/ & how could i know about that
take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn
i’m gonna do exactly what i want to
& i wont be sorry for none of it
letta sorry soothe yr soul/ i’m gonna soothe mine

you were always inconsistent
doin somethin & then bein sorry
beatin my heart to death
talkin bout you sorry
well
i will not call
i’m not goin to be nice
i will raise my voice
& scream & holler
& break things & race the engine
& tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face
& i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers
& their ways
i will play oliver lake
loud
& i wont be sorry for none of it

i loved you on purpose
i was open on purpose
i still crave vulnerability & close talk
& i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry
you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna
just dont give it to me
i cant use another sorry
next time
you should admit
you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
steada bein sorry alla the time
enjoy bein yrself

Such a great poem! So true.

No more will I give someone the power to have an affect on my day but I do hate the holidays lol

Dear You (Wrote in 5mins sorry about spelling and etc).

Today I have never been so scared in my life. I had lost my ability to speak. Everything thing my mouth wanted to say could not form words, so I could do nothing much but steer at you. I wanted to ask you to stay with me for today, but everything in your voice made it sound like you were destine to leave.  I wanted to grab you and tell you over the past few days I could do nothing but think of you. Your lips, your hands, and your heart were all being giving to another. We were many miles from our start. I had text to express so many desires for our future with no reply ever being received. Who could have thought this person on the other side again of the losing team would be me? Make or break my day you had the power to. I love how you watched me sitting alone watching stars wishing for you and you looked the other way. You gave me a gift today to pocket all these emotions away.  I swore to myself I would never do this again. But still sitting here with you all this coach, it was like watching a love one die for the fourth time. I saw a reflection as I watched your back walk out the door. It was an image of abandonment but sad to say the mind and heart were used to it. I’m going to Disneyland with my girl the happiest place in the world. The egos of the screams in my head and the voices whispering to me, you that will never be. You were the puppet master, all the stings were being pulled as I did nothing but follow the words as you would lead. Twist me, turn me, and leave me.  let my gift for the holidays be more than just waiting on you. As I finally was able to read this letter out loud dear you.

(Poem ends)

I decided to wrote a little more I needed you to understand. I gave you more than three days waiting on and you gave me 10mins of your time yes I am piss beyond believe it’s just not fair seriously! lol

Eating your sweet Love 3

Its been years since the last time I have shared a piece of your sweet love.

I’m addicted as before can’t help but to request a little bit more.

Has the world every shared your Resse’s on the tip of their lips or are they still waiting to sample a Hershey kiss? I have licked 1, 2, than 3 but still can’t get enough, stuck between your bubble gum stick not yet ready to stick my head up.  

Push than pop you’re telling me this is the best way to gain entry into the candy shop. I was never the type to search for a pot of gold, but I was wondering how to obtain a skittle so I could finally taste the rainbow?

You’re trying to make your mind up if we are more than just friends, but my mind is counting down the time before I can melt in your mouth not your hand. I was questioning could it be possible to handle your jolly rancher hard candies or will you leave me like the rest pondering?

Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don’t but who knows for us what the future holds? This time I’ll keep this short and sweet. This is me eating your sweet love part 3.