in the middle of the field

A fire within is burning but the warmth of your embrace is missing. As I envision looking at your eyes I suffer with pain of not seeing you. I feel you as I imagine running my fingers down your neck from the back of your head slowly touching your ears and as I reach your unblemished soft tan skin. Ever since I left your side and as I remember your lovely hazel eyes, I cant stop but think on the time we spent where we felt like we were in a castle up in the sky. While I hold on to the memories of your embrace and as I sense your blissful scent my mind cant help it but force my eyes to close and help us unite through mind's eye. My body cannot evade this affection that grew like a wild flower in the field of grass that flourished and be an evidence of care and love from the warmth of you embrace. Now I can’t wait to be with you and show you the love that grew from within that was showered by the passion from your kindness. I have waited this long but now regret has covered my emotions for you have found the one that would be that person I sought to be.

The flower that remains in the middle of the field has been forgotten and weeds has now enclosed the essence of being there. At this time I remain alone surrounded by pain, waiting for the one that would take it all away and bring back the beauty of that flower that would grow and will bring love to the one who took all the pain away.

It's Time...

A long time has past since I wrote this way; my feelings and emotions seem to be loosing its way. I tried to hide, I tried to pray… but now it seems that I’m really falling away. We tried to talk our differences; we even said we would change, but what now? Have we prevailed or even went on our way? The night you said the trees are going stiff and the fruits are turning dry, the love, the sweetness, these words where we all relied, has now turned against us and betrayed the happiness we thought would keep the fire alive. Now the fire that made us warm is slowly turning into ice. A prison made of ice now holds the love that kept us alive, a prison that keeps the fire raging within that made my heart cold and never touch love again. The fields of grass where flowers bloom and the scent of summer roams, now the land has turned into a ground of hate where nothing but rocks and soil remains while the winter breeze releases its passion for pain.

Now the time has come for me to say that even though the pain remains, a feeling like ours will never be thrown away. Engraved within my soul the love and joy we shared would remain the same…