Season?
Are you here for a season or a lifetime?
Will I just get to memorize your laugh or will I get to see your smile age with time?
Will I learn a lesson from you through a short season or discover when I'm old I'm a better person because of you?
Cold
Alone and cold.
I'm in my bed without you to keep me warm.
No loving words or laughs today.
No good morning or good night.
The comforter doesn't live up to its name.
I'm alone and cold.
Believe
I want to believe in love.
I want to believe in you.
I want to believe in us.
I don't know what you're thinking and where your heart is.
I want to believe I'll get my happy ending with you, but it's so hard.
True Love
True Love keeps its promises.
Alfred Max Dugas kept his with his strong, diligent son, Manfred, by his side; building the house exactly the way Gertrud’s heart desired.
Using Kalksandsteinmauerwerk makes it as strong as their love.
Authentic love follows no rules.
The house and their legacy tower above all others on Konigsberger Strasse.
Trees, bushes, flowers, vegetables, and fruits listen to her devoted hands like eager students bend their ears for their teacher.
The one car garage mysteriously smells like when adventure meets long shadows.
I follow a slow moving hair-bun to the scent of vanilla and powdered sugar.
She smiles tenderly as she mixes the Nesquik with fresh whole milk. I shovel fluffy pieces of heaven into my mouth until I think I might burst from the secret recipe.
The photograph of a serious and handsome soldier rests in the living room with chocolates and secrets hidden behind.
Warm yellow and orange shine through small intricate pieces of stained glass attached together perpetually like the different generations of love who embraced a home, now simply lost forever to actuality.
Know Me
You know I love hugs, but you don't know me.
Why will I never switch perfumes?
What song do I want played at my funeral?
What colors and languages do I dream in?
You know what makes me laugh.
What makes me cry and why don't I show people my tears?
What do I do when I can't sleep?
Why do I secretly hate all of my art?
You think you know me, but sadly no one does.
Toby
He's always there,
right by my side.
He comforts me when I'm sad, and smiles with me when I am glad.
Physical touch is our love language.
I know he'll never leave, or say something ugly.
He thinks my music is too loud, and his snoring keeps me up at night at times.
I wouldn't want it any other way though, because a dog's love is the purest.
Future
You seem intrigued too.
Do you need to take things slow?
Do I seem too good to be true?
Oh baby, do I have my flaws.
Tarot cards say I have a big, happy change around the corner. Are you one of the changes I need?
You went from saying you won't marry to if. Did that have to do with me? Are you smart enough to realize I know how to love?
Beautiful
My fingers slowly trace her curves.
I feel her long, soft hair against my bare skin.
My small breasts nuzzle against her large ones, as her hands run up and down along my sides.
I taste her lipgloss and slightly smell coconut as she kisses me softly.
How can someone so beautiful want someone like me?
Ghost
Ghosts lurk in the shadows of the dark.
I won't cry, oh no.
You said everything I wanted to hear, so I choose to believe you.
So ghosts, go back to where you came from.
Never
He will never know what it feels like to hug her when she's crying.
He will never know what it's like to hear her laugh at every age.
She's only part of a puzzle, missing her other piece.
They will never know what it's like to share a birthday, but maybe one day they won't be apart anymore.
Not Her
Tell me what she did. What did she say?
I won't hurt you like she did.
You will always know what's in my heart and head.
Wanted and loved is how you will feel, not confused and lonely.
I will treasure your precious heart, like she should of done.
My heart is damaged too, but it never forgot how to love unconditionally.
I'm the one who wants to be with you.
Baby, you ready to be cherished more than you've ever been before?
Instead
He thinks he's resting his hand on my side.
He thinks he's being cute by kissing my hand.
As he looks in my dark brown eyes, he thinks he sees beauty.
He's really gently holding my heart, kissing my pain away, and looking into the depths of me.
Purpose
Why am I still here?
What am I meant to do or be?
Does God really have a plan for me?
I hope so.