About Me
- Heiriana
- New Jersey, United States
- Now keep in mind that Im an artist and Im sensitive about my ish. Every since I was young I always wrote poems, songs, and short stories. So of course when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my first intial reaction was to say writer. Overtime the responses to that answer changed me, but never changed my way of thinking. I was told, "to be a writer was an impractical dream." And "Writing should be a hobby not a career." But in the words of my favorite artist I believe "if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot them down". Writing is more than just a passion to me. Like air, it flows thru me. It's my reason for life, my reason to live. My poems are like my diary, how I view the world, life, and love. So feel free to read my poems. Take a look at things thru my eyes, my dreams and my thoughts from living life with my head in the clouds.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Written in the sand
I let you in my heart and you walked all over it. Since then you've escaped me and like sand the traces of your footprints disappeared. But when the wind blows and others try to touch my heart they poke around to still find the outline of your foot. Over waves of time I tried to brush them away but there's still a weak spot that takes longer to fill. I tried to fill the hole with forgiveness and it sank thru. I tried to fill it with friendship and it wouldn't fit. Then I tried fill it with neglect and just forget you but the hole remained. So I filled it will memories. Particularly the one when we wrote our initials on the beach that day. The violet sky reigned over us as we stayed up all night watching it. In your arms I counted all the stars until I would lose count. I didn't think we would last forever. But I did think you and I would last as long as losing count. The next day our initials were gone. I wonder since then how many couples have written their initials over ours. I know the Atlantic must be seasick from swallowing up so many initials that went sour. But she does her job anyway. And that was enough to make the holes you left in my heart whole again. Just because you are no longer in my heart doesn't mean that you didn't leave your mark. Although I no longer love you the love that I had for you will always remain. That love resembles your footprints, just because they are no longer visible does not mean that they aren't there.
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