WORDS

I have been writing poetry since I was in Junior High. It's something I've loved to do for a long time. In fact for a long time in college I wanted to go into journalism. I should have been an English major--I wanted to write for a magazine or something. In light of this, I thought I would share a poem that I wrote on my blog.

"WORDS"

Words are
Things of deception
Things of happiness
Blinks
of winks
From your eyes
Of light mahogany burning through mine
Loving since that day in March
Now slicing through my soul
I built myself around you
Believing
That leaving
Was something of the past.
The simple smell of your skin
enough to push me to the brink of tears.
Years are not enough to love you
it will take me forever.
Make no promises.
Perfection is a perspective
that does not exist.
Love will injure
and mend
all in one day
in a combination of
copulation and kisses.

Words are
Things of Passion.
Things of Hate.
Pieces of me and you
your warmth.
Enough to ward off the cold
But not the coldness of your words
in those light mahogany eyes
But love will injure
and love will mend.
Tend to our wounds
And start another day.
Because perfection
is a perspective
that does not exist.
List the pain
and then erase it
Start again.