Tempest

My heart draws to him,

But circles 'round them;

Two lovers, drawn in

By a lustful whim.

A tempest heart

Tearing apart

Like a wounded lark's

Song. A broken part.

For I ran away,

To a lusting sway

Of bodies in play.

And my heart is weighed.

But he calls me there,

To innocent love and care.

Where our hearts share,

Even 'cross oceans and air.

Silently, he calls me.

His pacific eyes see

My shame pulling me to sea,

Far from my committed tragedy.

But he calls. I say enough!

No more of this lust.

I'm running back to love.

Though it's tough...

I will run from this no longer.

Dreaming of Love

 Here's a poem from the beginning of last year. I haven't worked on the Epic Poem in a while, but am hoping to get part 8 finished very soon. Until then, enjoy this new poem. :)

Take me away.
Bury my face in your neck.
You stay,
You embrace me.
I'm taken aback.
I'm drowning,
In this feeling.
My heart bursts.
How could you love this broken mess?
How could you love one so cursed?

Kiss my forehead,
Kiss my hair.
My tears are falling
From your loving care.
Your mother disapproves.
But you know,
I'm good for you.
I'll love you more
Than you've ever known.
Your voice is sweetly soft
As you say "I love you".

Then I wake to an empty room.
'Twas merely a dream,
Leaving my heart consumed
With an echoing pain.