A look into who I am beneath the surface, through a selection of my writing.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
For Agata, who has always inspired me with words such as these.
His touch like summer upon your skin
No place you’d rather be,
Waken in dawn’s early light
To find it’s all a memory.
Did he call you baby
Write your name deep in the sand,
Explain the things you never knew
Or didn’t understand.
Did he chase away the lurking ghosts
Of lovers from another day
As you surrendered to him completely
And got carried away.
Was he just another shadowed hope
Or The One dressed in disguise,
Among the incidents and accidents
You got tripped up in his lies.
Did he call you his sweet darlin’
While he looked into your eyes
As each and every heart beat
Echoed his goodbyes.
Just what is it makes a man
Turn his back I cannot say,
You got lost on his horizon
And were carried away,
Just carried away.
And the days roll by like freight trains
Speeding down a wrong way track
Try to still the memories in your head
But there ain’t no turning back.
All along you somehow knew
You’d breathe for yourself one day.
Swept up like debris caught in his tide
As you got carried away,
Now you stand on higher ground
In a place where you belong,
Took some time to find yourself
But you were with you all along.
All the love you hold inside
Someone will see one day,
Then I’ll watch the words fall off your page
That you‘ve been carried away.
I’ll sit upon that shore again
And watch you carried away.
Curious about everything, love learning what makes people tick. I'm interested in Psychology, tremendously enjoy conversation and writing (poetry/short stories). Can talk all day about relationships and life in general. Open-minded and non-judgemental. Keeper of secrets, guardian of dreams. Lover of everything chocolate.