deeper than words


  • priority

    many are the words,
    I wish to hear them from you.
    the feeling of a being a priority
    as I make you mine.
    someone who can not be replaced.
    taking care of me,
    as I take care of you.

    April 12, 2024

  • history

    I see so much with you
    and all the things I know we could be.
    but, you see,
    when it is dark out
    the thoughts of history repeating itself
    haunt my soul.

    April 11, 2024

  • freedom

    a mind that is seeking freedom,
    knows when something is wrong.
    constant is the quest.

    April 11, 2024

  • fortitude

    I often fear,
    waking up in 30 years and
    wondering what was it all for?
    maybe that is why
    I purposely make
    myself feel pain,
    the reality of the now
    strengthening the mental fortitude
    because after all,
    “that is the risk you took”.

    April 10, 2024

  • should it be?

    my soul calling for yours
    like a breeze on a warm summer night.
    when I hear your hello,
    the world pauses.
    nothing else matters, but you.
    until next time,
    I’ll just wait on the line.

    April 9, 2024

  • your voice

    a natural drug,
    a magical antidote to my struggles,
    a light to my darkness,
    a feeling of calmness,
    a symphony only you can compose…
    it’s your voice, it’s you.

    April 9, 2024

  • 100th

    documenting my thoughts.
    the feelings that shape
    my present moment.
    a small fraction,
    as oftentimes countless
    are the thoughts
    that occupy my mind.
    learning to share
    the parts of me
    I’ve kept hidden
    from everyone,
    including myself.

    April 8, 2024

  • stare

    I stare at you
    because when I do,
    the world stops.
    the worries of today and tomorrow
    no longer relevant.
    the noise in my head
    no longer a deafening sound.
    in a place where it is just you and
    no one else.
    nothing else.
    when you are not around,
    the world resumes.
    I can survive, of course,
    but I do not like it.
    I just walk around until
    I see you again
    and maybe then
    the world can stop once more.
    my happy place.
    I love it when it stops
    a feeling, I have grown addicted to
    and can not seem to do without.
    and that, my dear,
    is why I stare at you…

    April 7, 2024

  • understand

    it is within the bad times
    we understand what really matters.
    the treacherous pain,
    now finding its purpose.

    April 6, 2024

  • puzzle

    my hands,
    meant to touch your body.
    you don’t move at my unexpected touch,
    it’s as if your body knew what was coming.
    like a missing puzzle piece finding its match.

    April 5, 2024

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