Blacksmith

Too late for love

Too late for love

Now left to wonder
what might have been
but knowing
this is a question
that can never be answered

A question
that will torment
randomly
and univited

Thoughts
fleeting
few and far between
but never forgotten

Too late for love
such a tragedy
that what could have been
never had a chance
and will never be known
except in imagination

Random thought from Monday

It's weird to have things pointed out to you about the person you are when you're sort of aware of them but do not have any idea what to do about, particularly when you realize why you do what you do and it's not something you have contol over.

My father's daughter

I am my father's daughter
the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I am a product of my environment
and this is what I have to work with:
the things my mother has taught me,
the lessons my life has shown.
Challenges have taken me
up, down, and around.
I am who I am because of where I've been
and who I become depends on where I go,
but for better or worse,
I am
my father's daughter

(May 4, 2009)

Take me there

Take me there
to where you are
I want to touch you
feel you
breathe you in

Take me there
so I can just be
I want to know
what it's like
in your arms

Take me there
without question
I just want to follow
along the long
way you go

Take me there
to where you are
I want to be
skin on skin
breathing you in


(Inspired by: http://blanzeflor.deviantart.com/art/Take-Me-There-121041941)