You Guardian AngelDear humanI don't see what you seeWhen I look in the mirror it's only meThere's no an angel wings or halo 'round my headJust battle scars and the wish to be deadNext to you I'm an old worn bearI've got marks to prove I've been here and thereBut I see you smile when I look your wayIt makes me hopeI pray, and prayThe clench of my chest when you hold my handThe way you kiss me makes it hard to standThe scent of your skin when you hold me closeYou are the one I want the mostAlways here to be your wallThe one to catch you if you fallShould that ever happen you know where ill beAwaiting in heaven by the old oak treeCos heaven is hell if your not thereAn eternity of tortureOf loss and despairLove always, Your Guardian Angel
Waiting For YouAnd all I'm waiting for is to see your smile.To hold your hand.To feel your lips on mine.And all I'm waiting for is for you to come home.To be held in your arms.And you in my own.And all I'm waiting for is to listen to you breathe.To feel your heartbeat.To be at ease.And all I'm waiting for is you.To love.To hold.To please.
Pink LinesThe uneven lines of my skinFor times when despair got the better of meRun across my armA fragile pink.Many times has regret flashed through my mindAs my eyes wander over them.Delicate and innocent looking.Meaning no harm but representing the very opposite.
Her Own ImaginingsA sudden weariness crept over me as I replayed everything that had led me up to this point. Was it my own callousness that brought on the shameful display of pain racking through my body? One half believed this to be true. The anger and despair were the strongest emotions she ever felt in the relationship. Did he not see her eyes twinkle with the shine of unshed tears? As he leaves her to her own imaginings, horrible as they would never be confirmed or disproved. Left to fester and grow dangerously close to her heart, as frail as a hummingbird's, quick to flutter and fail at the first sign of distress. She felt as if his age were a boulder, blocking her path. She struggled vainly to enter the pathway that was closed to her. But not once did he look back. For if he had, just once, he would have gazed upon a seamless pit of disappointment and longing that were her eyes.