I’ve never been this verbally harassed…
I never really knew you, and yet you mean so much. Stories told of how much you loved me and cared. Stories of war and of fighting illness. I may not remember you but i can still love you. You were the father of my dad, the husband to my grandmother, and the grandfather to me. I know you had wished that I’d been born male, but you loved unconditionally. You played with me ...
Hesitation (original poem by me)
I hesitate, avoid your face. Give you my cheek, all i’ll allow you to take. Butterflies whisper, you’ve made a mistake. Multiple times i’ve shied away, scared to take the plunge. Fluttering wings, caress my face. Gently moving into place. Soft and sweet, careful as a rose. Yet passionate like a poem set in stone. ~B V H 9/27/2010
Your ________ (original poem by me)
Even though we’re miles apart I still feel you near, Your hand gently guiding My lips to yours. Your arms wrapped around me as we sleep. Your slow, Deep breaths and sighs Gliding down my neck. Your eyes staring at me Searching my face For the slightest hint That i may be second guessing you, That you may not be good enough for me, Whilst i’m doing the same to...
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My camera always knows how to make me feel better.
Sleep (for: you)
They fell asleep Warm, Covered, Together. Her engulfed in him, Immobile and still. Unable to move, Unwilling to. She knew who she was, Feelings of completion in her heart. Never shifting, Only the rising and falling of her chest, And his against her. Dosing off to the lullaby of his heart And the warmth of his breath on her neck. Dawn arising too soon. Morning about to come. The...