When your love for another is wasted
A little creative writing from my past
You blew into my heart on a special night. I felt you deep down to my core. You barely noticed my naked skin next to yours. I breathed deeply and stole your essence. Your eyes were wrapped in a mystery that never revealed the truth. I was fixated on you, without a care for my own well-being. I thirsted for your sexy soul to become a part of mine. Only then could I break free of the misery that held me captive.
When I was with you, I felt my rhythm come back to me. I knew who I was and others envied my style. I must have been somebody special to have captured such a beautiful boy, wrapped in a man of importance. Your charisma and quiet charm were held together by an envelope of natural beauty. I see you, every time the wind blows a perfectly formed leaf through the sky, with the same lofty presence that floated your karma to mine. You left me just like a silent leaf on the breeze. I watched you go and never looked back as the room fell silent. Only the curtains dared move as a summer’s breeze blew through my soul. I heard my soul answer…hope floats.
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