without seeing you
or hearing your voice
I would still
know you
even if a lifetime
kept us apart
I would still
feel you
between the ends
of the earth
and everything
inside of stardust
there are still echos
of you and I
and even when
I leave this world
it is you
that I will carry
from this life
to the next
no matter
where we are
in this world
if it’s meant to be
we’ll always
find our way
back together
and here I am
inside this vast space
of the unknown
watching the stars
shine so brightly
I wait
each and every night
within the darkness
hoping you’ll find
your way to me
even if only
in dreams
Love comes in many ways, in many forms, and on many levels. To love and be loved in return is the greatest blessing, no matter what form. As long as it’s real.
Once you start peeling back the layers you really start to see your truth, your worth, and your strength. With layers comes balance. In order to love and accept others, you must learn to love yourself first.
I know that’s easier said than done, but if you can get past the surface, you’ll find it.
It all starts with you. Be beautiful, be YOU
let my poetry
be my legacy
every deliberate stroke
of my thoughts
finally unmasked
for all to see
the flow
of my words
red ink-stained
how they bleed
slowly dripping down
the pages
of my beautiful mind
lingering in
the layers
of my soul
leaving just a part
of myself
to the world
a love like ours
feels like
it was carved
from the center
of the earth
and etched
so beautifully
into the universe
all that remains
of us
is the echo
of our existence
the vibrations
of our souls
drifting somewhere
inside the universe
between the depths
of the silence
and the darkness
where I can feel
your heartbeat
inside my bones
and the weight
of your touch
fills every inch
of my flesh
as our world
is fast asleep
in the quietness
of this place
we find ourselves
gently floating
through seconds
coffee and dreams
fill this space
a breath
of silence
falls upon us
and the day
finally awakens
though our time
here upon
this moment
doesn’t last
the love within
always will
it’s not the goodbye
that hurts the most
it’s the unfinished story
between two hearts
and the unknown
of what comes after
we are no longer
you and I
are a love letter
etched on paper
though poetry
written in a delicate thread
of our existence
a brief
moment in time
but forever ink-stained
so gently
woven into the universe
The Creative Chic 