Not Forever

I've become a blank page.
As if my life finally ended.
I can't find the words to my heart.
Can't speak the words to my soul.
I'm once again tied up inside.
Trying to find all the right pieces.

I've fallen in love again.
And I swear each time I could write
a different ode but, it just ends up
sounding the same.

I love you, I love you.
I breathe you, I breathe you.
Can't you feel it too?
Our hearts combining.
Stitching together in locked romance.

Like the Romeo's and Juliet's of this
generation we will wither but we won't
fade.  I'm stumbling over my words.
They begin to choke me as I try to explain.
How the stars come to my universe.
And wishes and dreams don't come true
but, secretly flourish.

And maybe I don't have to close my
eyes to feel my heart soar I just have
to glance into yours.  Skip-a-beat-groggy-
eyed-in-love.

Can't you tell my heart isn't just on my
sleeve but in my eyes.  On my mouth.
In my touch.  Caressing the want and
need deep within your pores.

Love me, love me.
Oh love me dearest.
With all of your heart.
With your complete soul.

Do you believe that when our
hands lock we are forever?

Forever fades too.
Slowly, dying like a flame.
It will happen eventually.
Tarring us into two.

Lets just stick to tomorrow.
The sun rising and falling.
The sound of your breathing
against my ear.  Lets come
closer together.

I'll sing you a lullaby.
My voice may be cracked and
fading but there is sweetness
buried deep inside.

Finger-tongue-tie-me-down.
Until I'm left utterly speechless.
Searching for syllables that will
never make sense.  Verbs that
will never stand.

Lets make a new definition of love.
Create our own dictionary of hearts.
I swore I'd never fall head over heels
in love with you.

But, I've reached underneath the grave.
Finding hell and heaven in the same place.
I'm tortured.  Consumed.

Torn.
I love you, I love you.
How many times could I say it?
How many times could I breathe it?
Before I realize this heart is meant to break.

I breathe you, I breathe you.
Don't you breathe me too?

Can't you tell?
We're going to love today.
But, maybe not tomorrow.

• On Wednesday, November 18, 2009, heathenpoetry (22) wrote:
  
  that was excellent