A single misguided step
found myself lost,
once walking along the shores
of your rocky love yet now
treading violent waters impassioned
with your ire, so I,
I open my mouth for air enough to
call out your name hoping
to find safety but I choke, gagging on
bitter air that has been seasoned
by distrust and set to a heated to boil
burning my throat and sending any hope
of our future together into the sky
vanishing as steam.
True beauty is more than a quantity,
it cannot be defined as a combination of qualities
just as it cannot be contained by a shape, a form, or a single color.
Beauty is everything, everywhere, and nowhere
sights which astound and amaze do not appeal to
those who cannot see and so they cannot appreciate their
“beauty” yet to others beauty is an act.
A simple willingly done action giving form
to thought and creating emotions of joy that are described
in the only sense that they can be and that is beauty.
But beauty is not simply an action, nor is it a combination of
emotions, sights, pleasure, or actions
beauty penetrates and becomes someones soul since we are all
so why do I feel ugly, why does anyone feel ugly when beauty is
How can I make the decision to tell her how I feel, when she is already with another.
Should I, can I, do I have the right to ask if we could try, knowing that it will end what she has if she says yes.
Or if she says no, what should I do for no longer can we be just friends once emotions are out in the open.
Awkward silences would hinge on every breath anticipation would mount and be let down after every sentence, our words will become loaded feeding the fire that is inexhaustible for what I want is you, yet what I cannot do is ask if you want me too.