Flowers

Your heart,

So beautiful,

Like you your face,

Like your soul,

With eyes so delicately piercing,

And skin so soft only could angel could possess,

I am taunted by the thought of you,

Creeping into my mind when I least expect,

When I try to get you off of it,

When I am dreaming,

The only thing I can dream is you,

And your hauntingly gorgeous angelic being,

Enveloped in your sweet kisses,

I feel true happiness,

Every time I am with you,

It is like the first time,

I experience love at first sight over and over,

Kissed by the goddess of love whenever you are around,

You took my shy bud of a heart,

And it bloomed into a beautiful flower,

Right in your hand,

Friable,

You could have crushed it at any time,

But you took care of it,

Under this beautiful sky you allowed it to grow,

So wonderful you are,

I love you so much,

That I hate you,

You bring me so much joy,

That you bring me the most sorrow I could ever experience,

My tears fall in big drops,

Like shining diamonds,

That fall up into the sky,

And create the stars,

That embrace your sweet soul that has left me too soon,

Always dreaming of you,

Wishing you were still here,

But you are not,

You left me too soon,

Forever loving you,

And your memory,

My flower.

Copyright © 2012 by

Atirah Jewel

I Look up to the Sky

I look up to the sky,

And I see such great light,

Her pregnant belly,

Lets its radiance shine down,

Its immense beauty makes a teardrop form on her cheek,

I watch as it forms the first star,

I watch as this woman then sobs,

And her gentle tears sparkle down,

And covers the indigo satin hovering over the world with diamonds,

Beautiful diamonds that seem to glisten and dance,

Like a child playing in the sun,

As the truck of ice cream rolls down the way,

With its variety of flavors,

Some bland some unique,

The excited child stands in the shadows,

For she has no money to give,

For that moment,

That child does not exist,

I look up to the sky,

Like child, it fills me with sorrow,

For I can see the future in the full moon,

As I gaze,

The moon seems to smile at me,

As I am its daughter,

That it still carries in its pregnant belly.

Copyright © 2011 by

Atirah Jewel