Rain hasn’t come along in quite sometime

making the secret garden bare and barren

quite thirsty for moisture that will somehow

lead to a sweet rupture of velvety petals

waiting for raindrops and dewdrops.

Hunger

Feed it, fuel it, succumb to it. But the hunger doesn’t subside. It intensifies

needing, clawing on my sleek skin. With every arch of my back, he thrust even deeper. I could feel my velvety folds getting sleeker, but the hunger for more doesn’t stop. I met his thrust with my hips and my legs wide open to receive him. I can’t explain how much I want him. How much hunger for his lips and how deep my craving for him.

Space

I can rest my head if I will surely know

that you are mine. But as of right now

I will be needing reassurance from you.

We both need sometime to be alone and so

if you need space… i’ll give you space.

You know where to reach me.

We often stumble and fall trying to find the true meaning of love. We look for it in books, we look for it in papers, we struggle to find the write words to say it or even the right words to say to the one we love.

We count on others to show us how to love, to open up their heart to us or even to give us the slightest clue that we are also loved and accepted by that particular person that make our heart skip a beat or two. We often wonder whether to believe the other person when they say the words ” I love you” to us. A whole lot of us, take a step back and get a stinging shock wave running through our head.

Because we can’t believe it that this person said those words, and often times we even distrust the other person. I really think there are many of us learned to be closed-up having our hearts locked-up in our chest that it sometimes can not feel or sense signal from the other person. We locked up our heart for fear of rejection for fear of getting it broken once more.

And often, we wonder around not knowing where to go, how to take this and we often wonder where we are going to find Love, The kind of love we struggled to find and often times we tell ourselves that maybe…maybe we are destined to be alone.

*Are we looking for love in wrong places? Often times, we missed its calling.*

-justme62

Point of view

To him, I just a broken melody

needing to be fixed by a lost musician

a lost cause he said.

To me, I am a wild flower

my beauty is of my existence

and because of myself

I continue to survive.

We all have inner strength and survival instincts, we just need to master the courage to use them. -justme62

Melancholy

I died a million times

when you started hiding

your eyes from me.

I walked into the darkness

soothing my own pain.

Closed my eyes only to

blind me temporarily.

The westerly wind stirs the sail

of the melancholy boat.

I float, I float on the western sea

until the dark shrouded me.

Heartstrings

He tugged and pulled every fiber of my heart

How can this an apologetic, un assuming, handsome man

Be so oblivious of how I feel about him.

Sauntering in front of him maybe 3 times a dayWearing my sweetest smile in my rouge colored lispstick and he never even complimented me, not even on my sweet little black and white polka dot dress I had on the other day.

I need to up my game, yes, yes I need to up my game.

What a shame he doesn’t know what he’s missing…

Single rose

A single rose withstanding

the winter’s sweet kiss

of icy dew and snowy drip

sipping wine by the light of the moon

so late into the night

staving off

a fear of another solitary slumber

momentarily basking

in silent reverie

staring at the bottom

of an empty glass