Tag: rhymingwords

Painting.

I paint your body from memory,

I hope you haven’t forgotten me.

I love your body in my mind,

I can still feel you touching me.

I love your body in my mind,

your words are still caressing me.

I try to touch your body with my heart,

but the universe blocks the energy.

I try to touch your body with my heart,

but I am protected from things not meant for me.

–S.

You Are.

YOU are

photons in the dark,

beauty in a sea of ugly,

a rose growing from concrete,

rain in a drought,

sunshine in the winter,

love in the midst of hate,

pleasure erasing pain.

YOU are,

more than I ever fantasized about,

better than my dreams,

my one,

bursting at the seams.

YOU are,

the music to my every lyric,

I’ll shout it from the mountain top,

I want the whole world to hear it.

–S.

Nothing & Everything.

Even if we lived in the ghetto, it would be all good. You’re my suit of armor, I’d survive in the hood.

Even if flowers were nonexistent in our yard, you’re my dozen roses and a greeting card.

Even if our car sat on two flats, you’re my range rover – leather, and all black.

Even if we used candles most of the time to supply our light, you’re my chandelier keeping the ceiling bright.

Even if our paychecks went to zero right after bills, you’re my two story house, paid off, somewhere in the hills.

Even if police sirens could be heard every night, you’re my comfortable silence every day including tonight.

Even if our walls were bare with no color, you’re my original Michelangelo with hues brighter than the summer.

Even if our cupboards were bare, you’re my stocked pantry – ain’t no room in there.

Even if vacations were never a possibility, you’re my white sandy beach providing serenity.

Thank you for everything that you do, because even if I had nothing, I’d still have everything, and that’s you.

–S.

OTW.

By my side, down to ride,

holding, never folding,

always consoling.

Forever, I’m hoping,

secrets, but you know them.

Glowing,

consistency, always showing,

giving, never owing.

Loving,

If I go, are you going?

Flowing, never controlling.

I begged the Universe for you,

but she said myself I am still outgrowing.

I prayed, I prayed, I prayed.

She said he is on the way, on the way, on the way.

I trust in your timing, okay.
She said he will come, and he will stay.

But still I pray, every day.

–S.

You Call Anyway.

You sigh, and I am the reason.

How did our love not last more than a season?

I want to cry, but the dam of my pride holds my tears at bay.

You lie, and you are the reason.

But you say you want to stay.

‘We die,’ and part ways. But you call anyway.

–S.