God.Love.Poetry

leaveyouapen:

Maybe it’s an embarrassing conversation,
too taboo of a topic to mention in a talk,

maybe it’s a little labeling to hold such a
title still, goodie-two-shoes wearing prude,

but maybe in the poetic sense it’s just
okay to be a virgin though, how
metaphorical

being something many people aren’t, but
then again, how controversial is it to go

up against time, pleasure, and nature.
Maybe it’s just okay being who you are

no matter sexual condition, no matter
how paradoxical the state.

I feel his pain.
Wondering what went wrong.
He gave his all.
Showed love
Believed in love.
And Stayed true to love.
But didn’t find love.
I feel his sorrow.
Hoping that love will get better tomorrow.
Attempting to find love in hopeless places.
A beautiful person, but no found love.
He thought he was all she wanted..
All she needed..
All she prayed for..
But she wanted more..
I feel his cries..
He cried silent cries..
Tried everything
He wanted things to remain..
Not the pain..
But the untamable love at first site feel.
That first love feel
That you’re the right one feel.
I feel his pain.
I feel his sorrow.
I feel his cries..
He wanted things to remain..
But these life lesson brought him through change..
what is there Left For him to do.
When there is nothing left to say
When he is faced with a choice
Of whether to stay or walk away.

I write in hopes of expressing what I don’t feel I have the courage to speak. Instead, it seem as if I express what I don’t show.

You know I love, but when the ink of this ballpoint pen is dried and the paper is loose leaf. There is nothing left but deep feelings and thought that cover my mind.

We always say if you love me show me you love me, but this writing is all I know.

I want to show you the unbearable feelings I feel when I see your smile.
I want to show you the constant love I feel from you.
I want to show you the real me.

Continue to show me the feel of devotion.
The feel of compassion.
The feel of affection.
Show me you.

Yes, our actions define us.
And our words confine us.
I say I love you, and it seems as if I say and don’t show.
But I love you I do.

This writing just all I know..
It’s all I know..
-realfloetic

No sympathy for me..
No sympathy for we..
No sympathy for us..
More fuss.
More fights.
More sleepless nights.
No love for me..
No love for we..
No love for us..
Less lust.
Less us.
Less feelings.
No emotions for me..
No emotions for we..
No emotions for us..
No love..
No hugs..
No kisses..
No more trust.
No more us..
Written by Kiana W