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The Sun Will Rise Again

For The First Woman, I Ever Let My Gaurd Down For

By JazzaPublished 4 years ago 2 min read

Flames doing ballet in glass jars

Our palms

Effortlessly connected

the lines

of the thing they say is beating

Stop start

I turn to find you

Farther

more like parting seas

Sea salt like

bittersweet

Broken breeze like 
violin strings

My feelings

are

staccato

Between the sheets

I dream

the way

your curls

flow

Delicate skin

Golden glow

I feel your lips

Smile

On my pillow

Mi flor

You’re my

willow

The way your hands

move and shake

For the art

you create

Strong and gentle force

Like you

Much too

beautiful

to ignore

Patterns grace

Like

sunflower’s vase

I wish I were

Your Muse

But please don’t

Put me

On display

For if your hands

Move this way

Across my body

Forever

Is how long

I would Stay

You’re so

soft to me

Meadow mist

The beauty

And depth of

The oceans

That belong to this earth

Have nothing

on you

The way you giggle

could end

wars

You’re voice

Gives me

Sweet rising surfaces

On my skin

And

your skin

On my skin

Honey blissed

Deep waterfalls

I’ve never known

but

Missed

Heavy-hearted

I understand

I can’t afford

what you cost

Locked jaws

Unhooked bras

Emotions running raw

I should watch

where I’m going

before

I fall

I can’t give you what you want

Still

I dream

Your gentle sunrise eyes

beam into mine

Destroy my fears

Woman

You’d make me wise

beyond

My years

Hands held

Feelings felt

Good times spent

Rolling over to kiss you

good morning

sheets drenched

In your scent

But I shouldn’t lie

My feelings read staccato on the music lines

But not because

I’m unsure

For whoever you want

I am

Not

Her

Bright

hopeful lights

Turn to

Unrequited sighs

And reality sets in

Like

Sunset skies

This shooting star has passed

I can’t keep sleepwalking

Summer sun turns to winter frost

My heart

broken

For I

understand

I can’t afford

what you cost

Though my feelings for you

Will soon receive an epitaph

I will

never

Forget

How you made me

laugh

Fleeting thoughts

of you

Fade

Like

Heartbeats

Are faint

Flames still

dance ballet

Someday

May a woman

Enter the thing they say that beats

May

that woman

Stay

performance poetry

About the Creator

Jazza

writer, singer, human

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