Devotion
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Glassy tributes
in fragments of classic fragility
variety of fragrances
as magical coordinates
And I'm well aware
Nothing remains the same
You might even forget
Tomorrow, to call my name
But when you say,
"Let's soon meet up there"
I've not disdained, believe
Your worship, dear!
𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵
𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮
𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮
𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮.
I'll fight my way to the top.
Do what I need to
Do, what I have to;
Turn into the bad guy.
Do what I want to do,
Do what I can to do
Anything I can to
Win you over.
These eyes have lost many of battles
These Grey eyes have felt pain, abandonment,
and the unwillingness to face another day
Sweet memories as the moon sets
I wish I could say these words
As easily as the jokes I make.
I want to say them, I promise.
But they get stuck in my mouth
Lodged in the back of my throat
Stuttering and clawing as I try to pull them free.
Love is everywhere
It hides in coffee cups
Stained with two lipstick colors
Stows away in the trunk
During car rides home
Creeps up to your ear
I see a river levee with bridges on both sides
it’s early the air is wet, my clothes dampened by it.
People gathered and noise all around.
I’m running to you, your motionless.
As the rib cage rips for the heart opens.
During, that moment as the heart is becoming
broken the mind remembers.
Then, forgets devotion & numerous emotion.
- D.J.T. 10.13.18!
I look into your eyes and cannot begin to explain the deep passion
that burns in my heart for you.
I devote my every waking moment to you, for I live to
If I were to have just one wish,
I'd wish for just one careful kiss
Upon my lips-chapped though they be,
Oh, Sorrow! That you can't love me.
The Dragons, they soaredAbove Mountains, through cloudsEach guarded a hoardClaws sharp, and teeth baredThey’d fight to the deathProtecting what they treasured most
(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly unstintingly unexpectedly taught me selflessness) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Every Holiday time each year, a rocketing increase asperdoling out Uriah Heap ping largesse imposed upon eachc
For my sweetheart, Ben Gustafson
I promise to hold you close in my arms,
And always keep you away from harm
When you’re feeling down, I’ll be right here
#BecauseILoveYou
Can I trust you?
In high school
I'm Currently in one.
A relationship I mean
It starts off all green and circumstantial
The thought that counts
I hold this dear
Regardless the gift
The intent is clear
Loving someone, has no price
Its unconditional
I wake this morning
to my surprise
someone is there
the World in his eyes
Am I dreaming?
Thoughts rationalize
I fell asleep here
Brain replies
Who is this one
There I stood, at the corner of 5th and Broadway, sifting through friends and foe.
The friends?
I listen deep,
I stand in the sunrise.
I make a leap,
I am a surprise.
The sun beams hit my coffee,
I sip and read in devotion.
This day is meant for me,
To be an inspiration.
May I, by the power vested in me by the love I have for you,
Place this ruby ring on your quivering finger,
Or will you slap it away?
May I, by the faith I have in God
I take a step closer and I look at Him in awe.
So pure and divine.
Creater of my world, Savior of my life.
Only for You, I would kill with a knife.
If I was on a stranded on an island,
All I’d need would be...
The devotion of my father,
His fatherly impulse to keep me safe never was a bother
In all the world, in what we hold dearest
I cannot seem to say I could live without
The air in which I breathe throughout the day
Or the ground beneath me which bears my weight
I can rhyme words without a rhythmbut as soon as I try, I lose the feeling.So I’ve learned to let them flow,let ‘em rolloff my tongue - or in this case my pen -
To be a thing of staggering perfection,
Unlost in a crowd of typography,
But not to the masses of passerby,
Rather to one specific soul
Who sees a light in dim, dust rooms
I wonder sometimes do I want you too much
But then, is there such a thing
Is there a method to measure
how much or how little
I'm supposed to
We grow up wanting to leave a stamp on this universe.
We are told very young, we can become are dreams if we wish it.
And through it all, we create a mind set of this reward in the end.
My only regret is loving too much
And succumbing to your poison touch.
You make me weak with your scent.
My mind’s a haze, my body’s spent.
Your eyes, they cut me down to size,
From the moment I saw you from behind the glass, I knew I would dedicate myself to you.
How do I explain how feelings change,
how strained this train of thought chugs along
with nowhere to stop and drop this ticking bomb.
The face of your clock can tell me nothing
when I can’t look into its eyes.
