PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It's him who inspires my hands
to fashion words together
that will later help me understand
the depth of what I've been
holding back.

I've seen something in those eyes,
but I can't trust what I see
because
I feel that my feelings
color what I'm perceiving.

Likewise, one might see
something in my eyes, but misperceive
because he chooses not to trust
that it could be anything
but what I'm really feeling.

It had been awhile
since I had been inspired
to write my mind,
then a fool I felt when he
chose to be cruel over kind.

A part of me wants to say
that what he has verbally dished
includes him on the list...
that one can't believe what he says,
because half of it is bullsh**.

The other part of me
has decided to stay
true to the advice to me
that was gave...

...to do what I can
to move out of his way.

This is another of my talents,
to compartamentalize
and hide
the way I truly feel inside.

But now turning to him,
in the dreams of the night,
I question him and shine
upon him the true light from my eyes...

"Now do you really wanna know
how I feel?"

"Do you think you can really
handle something this real?"

"Do you have any idea,
can you truly fathom the depth of truth?"

"The truth is, if you gave me a reason
to be true, I'd give it all to you."

"I've been waiting for the right
moment, the right time,
the right man, the right rhyme,
the right rhythm divine
that pulsates through
my veins and intoxicates like wine."

"I've been looking for someone
with depths that match mine,
a man who is that paradox holding
both traits of humility and pride,
a man who is able to set me free,
a man who can dominate but love tenderly,
a man who is the only man
to keep me in stride,
a man to whom I'd be faithful for life."

"If you could be this man...
 
...And me be the woman match
that you might demand...

...I pray then for you to take my hand
and give me the opportunity
to express the truth
without worrying about a response from you
that will break my heart in two."