Resuscitatingly Beautiful

Even when I was twenty

I never chased or played

the games youth should

to find their soul’s place.


Escape I did in bottles hid

under my bed under my head.

Found I did a grave soon

so my living soul became dead.


Saw pretty faces everywhere

but my countenance stayed

on the path that led me rogue

because pain of conflict raged.


I never sought affirmation

from others to fill my heart.

I felt that was my duty and

solely upon me to take part.


Inside me there’s disdain

for the hypocrisies and lies

that people play at times

using their deceptive eyes.


The eyes I grew up seeing

were tainted with prejudice.

I hurt at the words of those

whom would practice injustice.


Something more I searched

for in many different towns.

All while my head tilted

looking lowly at the ground.


Time has passed, I’ve grown

and accepted my place in here.

The night I called my friend

until I saw your eyes my dear.


Ferocity fits your dagger eyes

and they shine a morning light.

That brings time to stand still

and makes me strive to fight.


The curve of your chin it does

accentuate your gentle cheeks.

While your energy keeps alive

the fight I fight for some peace.


Your beauty can not be described

in words or in any other scripts

that do guide a lost soul such as me

to hang on words passed your lips.


Your a canvass that perfection

created in it’s best of times.

The sight of you makes me

feel things so sweetly divine.

One Comment Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Aww! This one gives me heart squeezes too! Lol. Beautiful, my friend.

    Like

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