How hard is it to be broken by love,
unable to breathe, unwanted touch.
One last time the doubt has consumed me,
taking away all belief in myself to fall.
Brighter flames scorching my eyes,
torn between hope and pain.
Calling fears as I fall into her arms,
wanting only to be close to her heart.
Allowed by hatred to bleed my thoughts clean,
under what I have come to see as fate.
Destiny has no place in my reality dreaming,
mixed within to cover all I have destroyed.
In a whisper I am caused to remember,
how deep my actions have cut my heart to shreds.
I am trying to feel more than the loneliness that keeps me,
in water I bathe to rid myself of this hell.
When I look into her eyes all is made bearable,
the depth in which she loves me, makes me strong.
Falling into her soul, flying with her on the rain,
sprinkled with new desires in all that we share.
No painful light left to endure in her eyes,
my hopes and fears changing with the flip of the cards.
Laying before her soul my heart blends into life,
making the reasons to cry new in a way I failed to see before.
Holding hands as one makes all else come together,
kissing passion behind the lips of despair.
Wings of light spreading dreams snowing tears,
ice blending as one in this winter of my life.
Knowing she loves me is more than I ever needed,
her touch, the life, her everything my peace.
Johnny Newell
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