Pen Me a Picture

Cross hatched and hitting my body Tic Tac To No one’s winning It tastes, as it’s hitting my lips and kissing my eyes Like freedom of worship, r enewal of my mind Evidence of something greater than my own self Changes the colored film to gray Soothes the cold bitter scenes of the romance Washes the blood of war away Heals the scars from my broken windows Reveals what’s under the dirt on my skin Cleanses all iniquities I stand vertical in sideways rain, Against the winds, against the grain Surrounded by tears that overflow rivers Earth's beauty gains with the passing of each storm Clouds are her pillows and sun is her love. Cross hatched and hitting my body Tic Tac To A battle on my skin No one wins  

Love that is most painful Love; freezing while your blanket of warmth is on another’s back Love; stealing glances while being invisible Love, Unreciprocated Undefined, Unmatched, Unwound, The worst kind of love that I have found. Is there such a thing? A bad kind of love? Seems there are songs written about it. Though it’s not the kind from above. Where does it come from? Is it love at all? Shrinking down to just a crumb, Kneeling down to just a crawl. I find out the meaning of everything this is…… A crush no doubt! But I am not his…….. You can probably guess the motive for this poem. A sad state of events indeed. Though later, I realized it was never love that was felt. It was something more shallow and fleeting.