Him
H e I s M ine.
I'm from Texas I started writing poetry in my teens and I use it as a sort of therapeutic method of my feelings and like to hear how people express their words of choice .
H e I s M ine.
Don't look back because your journey has just begun..
Deep in your heart you feel it No words can describe true love You lose your mind missing that one person Holding hands with him makes your heart pump harder Close you eyes and you get butterflies...
World is so gleamy One touch is rare Kisses surround me His eyes I can not bear. Sun shines with deep rays Morning glory is on for days.
Be you don't be like the people around you. Be happy and show everyone your heart of gold..
Pain Sorrow, Weeping Tomorrow. Father King, All love I see. Empty Inside, Emotions hide. Rainy Weather, Is here forever..
Beauty is for not what the eye can see This Beast of scorching horror is beside me. Claws long and curve through winter skys He means no harm but wants to share loves deep devotion.
Gazing into the night The blue moon is out bright. No movement we sit still We see the world over this hill.
Walking in ,is a warm smell of Jalepenos, tomatoes, and onions. The smell as if it was of grandma's cooking ; it drifts you away from reality.
Hear me now I know you do This maze you battle make it done and through. The choice you've made make them no more For this life you should cherish like an open door.
I close my eyes. And I feel your heart beat next to mine. I close my eyes and no matter where you are I am there too. I love when I can spend the time I have with you.
There are questions drowning in my head; They can not be answered. The star that I caught from the beautiful sky Is never to return.
You are furry and stinky but I hug you tight. I see your tongue hanging down to the floor You lick me to let me know you love me. I take you to the park and you make sure I'm protected and safe.
You are my hero. Received the best father. award. Your slipping through my fingers as I try and reach for you. The flower that once was colorful and vibrant is slowly welding and out of breath.
Broken Days pass and I remember all the times we had Times when it felt like I had all the time with you in the world.