A Letter To My Wife
Jade, i love you till the end of time, and my love shall give me the power to protect you, to be able to keep you in my arms forever, and in the beginning, i have yearned for you, so i can give you my love forever, you
Time Beats. Hearts tick. - medium poem
Does it know when the heart is yearning? why does the heart yearn? does it yearn for the time? does it yearn for another? now the time is fading. our hearts slow together. does forever occur in a heartbeat? the heart beats time and time again.
Jet plane through my heart
And my soul, it is yearning jet plane... through my heart... it's shooting me down again... jet plane... through my heart...
Completed Poems from Missives
Yet now one must long indeed, must burn, must yearn forever for that grace.
My Christmas Miracle
I knew it back then_ _maybe i'm crazy, and i know it's been short so far..._ _but_my heart calls for you _every minute i think about you and how i yearn to feel your touch again_ _how i yearn to cuddle with you, to make your dreams come true_ _i cannot
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part17: Old Habits Old Yearns
So many questions i have, so much i yearn to see your piercing stare again, to hear your wise words again. those that i never listened to. to give you up, and go mad for not knowing?
We Cannot Save them All
**We Cannot Save Them All...** It all began on an unusually early spring day, Mag and his Platoon departed on a routine presence patrol on the streets of Gabahdad. The sun shone brightly as they left the wire, and Mag knew that the break of...
The Grey Room
The fire in my lungs is matched by the fire in my loins, as i yearn to be free. time no longer has meaning as i focus solely on the sensations, hoping i can come before my air fully runs out.
Poem #48: Inside
_inside_ the soul that's inside it floats and flies i feel it trapped beneath the surface the mind that's inside rants and raves yearning to learn wishing the torrent to end the heart that's inside yearns for its love holes pierce
Wherever I go
Of memories items of past long gone someones glasses are standing there as a monument to what moved on _wherever i stay_ remembering to forget while thoughts return, return items on display, they're taunting longing back to that, yearn
Wherever I go
Full of memories items of past long gone someones glasses are standing there as a monument to what moved on _wherever i stay_ remembering to forget while thoughts return, return items on display, they're taunting longing back to that, yearn
Frontal Lobe Damage
It yearned for the wolf. it yearned for the sweet touch of another person. it yearned for my father, it yearned for my childhood to return. perhaps as i laid there on the ground years passed. i chose to ignore time; it was worthless at the end of it.