LovelyBlack Desires~: Romance

Letting It Go...It doesn't Belong to You....I will Take it Back

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 04:23:57 GMT

How do I let you go?

How do I reclaim my heart?

How did all of this start......
What I have is more precious than Gold, Sweeter than Honey and as Pure as Clean Spring Air.... Blowing... After a Spring Shower.

Give it back.....

Give it back....& I will let go....

Give me the Will to do as I must because It doesn't belong to You....

It never belonged to me.....

I will Let it Go....
even if You don't Give it Back....
How shall I hold onto something or someone that was never mine from the start?
You See this Heart? See this Crown....??? See the Luv.....??
OH yeah, it's there.....
You can look at me...It's there....
But..... I am.....
I am TAKING it all back......
It's Mine...it never belonged to you....
You Never belonged to me....
Decades ago it was so.....Now....
our paths barely touched again.... I must go.....
I will take it back....no questions asked.
It's pure, sweet and finer than Gold.....
How long would we think it belonged to us?
Not to us.....
But it's MINE.....
& I am taking it all back.....

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Insomnia?

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 04:15:52 GMT

6-10-08-For My Papi...Jose

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:03:50 GMT

Who were we?

I wonder what era it was......

It could have been an era when the dames rode carriages, wore Victorian dresses, and carried lace umbrellas...

When the men wore dark, hand-tailored suits and polished their shoes at the local saloon parlors.....

You came to my front door and asked for my hand to the ball!!..

erhaps it was a time when pirates sailed the sea, brandished swords, conquered other ships...

taking captives, and had their "wench" as they'd say in those days.......

Your wench became your Greatest Love....

Or....WE could have been caterpillars, ugly and furry....squiglling around, getting ready to transform....

into a bright, summer morning....as lovely butterflies...Kissing....

Whatever we were....

Where ever we were....

Whatever era we were in....

It was You. It was I.

Maybe decades have passed.....& we are who we are now.....

Life has handed you a cruel, yet, bitter-sweet set of cards.....

Maybe this is a Visit, a Season, a Reason....

Whatever it is, it feels soo Old, soo familiar......

Like the sound of a bell tolling on a crisp Sunday morning at dawn....the exact, same, precise time...

I think I can remember...Maybe it's your voice that's soo familiar....whatever it is...it strikes a chord ...

From long ago....

To My Baby....I Could Have Loved You

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 06:46:46 GMT

If you were here.......
I wish you were here...for me to hold, touch, love....
The distance that spans between us is too great and too far....
But my heart....It beats endlessly to your rythym...
The song to which my spirit dances to in my sleep...
I think I can feel you near me...I feel your spirit ever so present besides me....
I smell you....
Yet you are so far.....
What is the worst torment?
To be near and Love....or
Be far...
and Love? which is greater?
All my life I've searched for one-of-a-kind....
I think I am still searching...for now it is you that my heart beats wildly for...
The beat which my spirit dances to is your sound...even though soo far.
What is better?
a Spirit that is alive with song and love....
or a Spirit..dead with no life and pulse?
I'd rather have it alive.....
If only you weren't so far....