his voice is that of an angel

gentler than willow springs

more comferting than a bed of rose pedals



im sure if i were to ever fall
.
..
  ..

he would already be there to catch me



this mystery violence
.
why does it scare me to talk to him?

.
.
.

.
so sweet
and he feels so close


it hurts
.
.
could this be love?




every intricate word from his mouth

feels as if it was crafted
and sent directly from his heart



to mine

.

im not familiear with this situation
.
could it be love?




//*//
just writing on paper

my heart collapses

i feel the flames of love licking at my open wound


....
...
.

my mind no revolving around him

..nothing else..


like i was wading in a whirlpool of memories



and
i can now create new ones.


.....better ones.....

he sifted through my ashes

and retrieved my heart,

making it his eternally


but still



words arent enough
to grip the reality of what this could be.......






...........*could this be love?*..........

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