Tag: Romantic

Every Day and Season

We all just want to be held close,
And be told that it will be okay
Some day.

We just want someone to hold onto –
That special one that makes us two,
That we can love the most.

I thought I knew what it’s like
But I don’t think I do,
Or have even a clue.

But I know I want someone
To fall for every day and season –
That someone that puts a spring in my step,
And is there with me through the blizzards and the flames.

The Process of Processing

The words I said after we got out bed still ring in my head.
How I felt so lucky being in that place –
That space, a dream from which I didn’t want to wake.
But before we made a mistake you ended it
For both of us our sake.

It was a matter I didn’t dare bring up while together,
Because I believed I didn’t deserve any better.
But now I do.
And I know I no longer want to be with you –
It’s true –
But I did love waking up next to you.

I try to just dismiss it,
Then a certain song comes along
And I start to miss it.

I can’t pretend that I want that again though,
We got to the end of our show
Before we reached the crescendo.
We fell and melted like snow
In the Summer
And did not last till Fall.

Yeah
All in all –
What a bummer.

A Hair

Written in the morning, at a windy busstop.

I found one of your hairs again,
Clinging desperately to my shirt in the wind.
I remember coming home and finding more
Sticking to my socks because you barely clean your floor;
But they were a part of you
Even when we’d be apart.

I’m going to miss those grumpy groans of yours,
And how your hair would look like loose hay in the morning;
Or those overbearing yawns that sound like a cow just walked into the room.

Every day with you I found something new to love,
Another thing to remember and appreciate.

But now
That chapter has also met its end,
And it’s time for the story to continue.

I pluck the hair off my shirt
And let the wind carry me away.

Storm

Even though even the remnants of the sunset were gone,
The brightest light was next to me.
She illuminated the clouds as they turned pink,
And it may as well have been raining roses.

The whirling wind was in our face,
But I wouldn’t mind if it kept us in that place forever;
A quiet place in the eye of the storm
Where we could hide out together.

At Last

The music softly plays,
Its tune flows through the air
As I run my fingers through your hair.

It is my perfect place:
Of peace, comfort, it’s our cocoon
With our hearts beating to the same tune.

Your smell, and love, the trace
Left behind on my shirt and face;
After our far from final, perfect embrace.

Rain Dance

Dancing on the rain
Without a care in the world.
Drop to drop,
Step to step,
In tune with the uncaring clouds,
And the beat of those longing heart strings.

It all leads to you.
And here we are:
Our heads held high,
Facing the sun in the sky;
Basking in the never ending beams of light
That only meet our eyes.

Sunny Day

The sun’s only out
When you’re around.
I watch it sink into the ground,
With you in my arms
And some of your hair that keeps going into my mouth.

But when you’re here,
There’s not a single cloud in the sky;

Our only company are the sun,
And that shitty little fly.

Eleven O’Clock

It was on that old second-hand pull-out sofa,
That I found myself.
A glass that was emptied too many times, in my hand
And your head on my shoulder.
Melancholic music softly played in the background,
And was only overshadowed by our eleven o’clock breathing.

It was you, me, and the two perfect sinners:
Living in a heaven where we may still cry.

(PS: No longer adding the date to each poem as it’s unnecessary, and was a left-over habit from when this was a daily poetry journal)