Monday, February 27, 2012

Erase today....



Erase today....

Take me back, lets rewind, I want to go back in time, to a place where you and I were making love all the damn time. When you couldn't get enough of mine, when the sun was hot, and our love was in flames. 

Back to the beginning, when I was all you desired. I know you love me; you’re still mesmerized by my beautiful eyes.
But you’re not ready; your running from the pain you might feel deep down inside.

So you push me away, just enough so I still remain.
Without you I might not exist, I might go insane, but I keep hoping you'll be ready one day!

So I guess I must wait, but how long will it take, or maybe this is just a lost case.
The thought of your lips pressing against mine, makes my body go numb for a few seconds in time.

My love has me willing to wait, my willingness is stealing, my free will away. When it comes to your love I’m lost.

 Even so I feel the need to wait for your warm embrace.
So please baby, don’t make me wait, I don’t want to wither away. But until you’re ready, I’m going to rummage through memories of our past times. 

I just wish we could erase today, and live in yesterday.


 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Potential

For you:

I see the potential in your eyes,
But it’s hidden behind fear, disguised behind tears.

I say "Baby don't cry, Mommy's here by your side." 
But I can see your fear won’t disappear.
I swell up with anger deep inside, a shell of a body just getting by.

Why would he let you see? See him tear me down, stealing love from me.

I take a deep breath, and say, "Let’s get out of here. 
Daddy will be alright one day, and will love; without causing fear." 

I look back only to whisper,
"I once loved you, but know we must say goodbye, we deserve more than unhappy tears."

I can hear the walls whisper in fear, "Hurry get out of here!"
So I grasp his tiny hand in mine, and let our fingers entwine.
I feel the world will be alright, with my baby-boy, by my side.

His eyes are bright.
Potential pouring out his eyes,
And happiness out of mine.
You see were finally free inside.
             
- By Norma Sanchez,
To my beautiful son, may you grow to learn, all the potential, you hold.