Love

Love is like walking blind folded and letting someone else lead.
You take their hand in yours and you have to trust them to guide you safely,
Give them your heart and trust that they wont break it.
Even when you hit stairs you must trust them to lead you down step by step,
Handling your love tenderly with care.
Even though you hesitate as they pull you along trust them,
Don't pull away when they bring you closer.
Allow them to lead,
let them love you.
Walk slowly,
Don't rush.
Love.

Reality of Love

Waiting so long to find love,
But only finding  heart ache.
Maybe love does not exist,
Nothing but a fable or a myth.
Bed time stories told to us as children,
Living with false hope and high dreams,
Crushed by the sudden rush of reality,
That love is a lie.
Colored and wrapped in a red dye.
Making you believe that happiness is for eternity,
When its covered with the veil of uncertainty.

Love is a fleeting moment in time,
But heart ache and sorrow last forever.

Misspelling

Cold and alone under the sheets,
curled up to escape from the outside world,
no more faking for today,
no smiles,
no laughs,
just tears, heartache, and solitude.
Lie here listening to the outside world go on without me,
not a beat skipped,
wasn't a note to begin with,
just an insignificant dot on the bottom of the page,
a misspelling that cant be erased,
just tolerated and read over.
A simple mistake.

Broken Heart

I gave you something that I never let anyone have,
My heart,
And now you've broken it into millions of pieces.
Not like a puzzle,
Because that can be solved.
But like the stars in the sky,
You can put pieces together,
And form different things,
But they will never all fit together perfectly,
Never.
Something will always be missing.
Wrong,
Or not right,
And its all my fault,
Because I gave you something precious,
And i trusted you with it.
I  let myself believe that for one second,
It was possible to be loved.
But then you brought me back down to earth,
And now i stare at my broken heart strewn across the floor.

Unrequited

Love doth start sweet and in the light,

Both blissful and youthful.

However, time brings with it opaque tribulations,

Shadowing the once radiant light,

Rendering love in the haunting shadows of regret.

Remorse for loving a soul that returns nothing back.

A love so deep residing in a now hallow heart,

Refusing to let go of whats not there,

Refusing to love another soul,
Even through the sharp stinging of the pain.

The heart yearns for an unrequited love,

Never to be returned,

Never to see light,

Never to be whole again.

The heart beats in the chest,
But it doth also beat in the mind.

Though the mind wills itself to move on ,

It can not fight the steady beat of the heart.

Searching for one with a heart of the same rhythm,
A soul that shares the same dance.
As the chest rises and falls,
Air goes in, but hope floods out.
Tears that hath a chill far greater than ice,
Doth flow from burning eyes,
Into pillows that embrace screams silent to the world.