Lilies Lylacs and Butterfly dreams

There are moments where I am useless
Then there are moments when I am good for everything
Moments when I am smart and witty
Moments where I am nothing but a mass of chaos and insecurities
But sometimes I am beautiful, often I am smiling
On occasion I am known to burst out into giggles without anything to inspire such a response
Rarely I am known to break down in public places and cry
But in secret I am a train wreck of epic proportions
You gaze at me with a look I cannot find words to describe
But there is love there, devotion as well
Hope, kindness, affection, hints of lust and even a certain pride
These things are sometimes meaningless
As I fail to remember them in frantic mind swirls of nothingness and stress
I lose touch with my words
They don’t come out of my mouth till too late
I fail to impress you, to appreciate you, to truly show you
That you are my everything
My simple morning sunshine, that brings soft smiles
A whisper in the wind that closes my eyes and kisses my lips
I know that I sometimes get scrambled, that I make no sense
Often I forget in mid sentence that I am trying to prove a point
With lilies and butterfly wings I construct certain pictures in my mind
To express in words
There is beauty here, in this love
There is a certain undying affection I brush with such light fingertips
I run from this sometimes
Take to hiding in corners, with all my lies
I can be selfish and petty, with no reasoning as to why
I understand how it breaks you to see me cry
They fall from my eyes as useless as the sea on roses in bloom
There is constantly blood in my world
It seeps from my past, my present at times the future whispers of it, copper penny in my mouth
I offer you so much
With shaking hands, I can’t stay still
I feel consumed, obsessed with such an overwhelming overtaking of my senses
This beauty lacks perfection
The flaws in my soft skin, these scars would scream to you
Words escape me as I draw to a close
I see you in ways that you would never see yourself
I see me in ways the escape your realm of thinking
This world of my own making makes little sense
But I feel such beautiful things when you touch my face

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"But in secret I am a train wreck of epic proportions
You gaze at me with a look I cannot find words to describe
But there is love there, devotion as well
Hope, kindness, affection, hints of lust and even a certain pride"

....WoW---very emotive--love the mood in this poem:-)

"I see you in ways that you would never see yourself
I see me in ways the escape your realm of thinking
This world of my own making makes little sense
But I feel such beautiful things when you touch my face"

...Jeeez--just a magnificent poem--really!!!:-)

I love It!!!

james:-)

[Jason Knight]

Simplemente fuera de mi alcance... I must agree with um... Benjamin is it?
It is indeed a beautiful mind that creates these pathways,
To the mirror of thy soul, my mind shall not decay,
I seem to find everything in perfection,
I see it all dripping from you, what shall I call it?
I shall call it affection

[~Israel~]

you're mind is beautiful lexi...it really is.you're my morning sun shine love..you're my whisper in the wind....all these things you describe,mirrors my soulful desires...-touches you're face,as i too,feel the beauty that surrounds us-