tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83208032437875795182024-11-08T07:38:00.239-08:00Breathe BeautifulInside our hands, outside our heartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04135186996993725893noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320803243787579518.post-53785996394241287752012-08-26T11:37:00.001-07:002012-08-26T11:37:37.097-07:00He<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <b><br /></b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y68qxyCWOq1mzAcfME-crwa8KcfPAMjyzlIKYGUK_KVHt6MaozEpXHcy7yHsKS3ZbObm6YbvCqNcBUx3S8k159i1YOlcJ40B6ZC6zKzrzWuqoUjbxF-RwdUgE7_syfR8jkxi7wF26zZN/s1600/white22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y68qxyCWOq1mzAcfME-crwa8KcfPAMjyzlIKYGUK_KVHt6MaozEpXHcy7yHsKS3ZbObm6YbvCqNcBUx3S8k159i1YOlcJ40B6ZC6zKzrzWuqoUjbxF-RwdUgE7_syfR8jkxi7wF26zZN/s320/white22.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>He follows me&nbsp;</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>every whisper spoken</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>each word that has fallen unto this white paper he&nbsp;reads</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>and like the bread crumbs on the ground&nbsp;</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>I have placed them there purposefully&nbsp;</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b><br /></b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>He&nbsp;is craving, a desire that upon sight my&nbsp;temperature&nbsp;rises</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>my breathing becomes heavy&nbsp;</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>and my mind can no longer focus</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b><i>I am drawn into him&nbsp;</i></b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b><br /></b></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>&nbsp;I am now smitten</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>filled with the possibilities</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>and yet ...</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b>&nbsp;fearful of opening a door long since shut</b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> </div> Inside our hands, outside our heartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04135186996993725893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320803243787579518.post-42076131944677257212011-03-28T20:12:00.000-07:002011-03-28T20:12:25.902-07:00The same key still lies on the table<br /> Tumble weeds litter my backyard<br /> One year has passedInside our hands, outside our heartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04135186996993725893noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320803243787579518.post-16213539096218883652011-03-28T20:07:00.000-07:002011-03-28T20:16:44.565-07:00HopefulHe sleeps unaware of my desire<br /> The sun returns to the morning<br /> Still hopefulInside our hands, outside our heartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04135186996993725893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320803243787579518.post-37891520606616161872011-03-26T09:28:00.000-07:002011-03-26T09:28:36.959-07:00Inspiration left with no desire<br /> A knife driven into empty minds<br /> Clouds with no silver liningInside our hands, outside our heartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04135186996993725893noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320803243787579518.post-5930770828325173872010-07-28T21:45:00.001-07:002010-07-28T21:45:44.463-07:00Forgive me as I reinvent...Inside our hands, outside our heartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04135186996993725893noreply@blogger.com9