Blog Number Forty-Nine: Free Type

Coward of Love

The harsh wind whipped at my face,

As the smell of the city filled my senses,
And lights whirred past like shooting stars...
But the speed of air and light were not enough,
To drown out the memory of you pulsing through me.

If I could go back in time, could I change your mind?
If you took a moment to listen,
(Listen to me, for once),
If I took your hand in mine,and told you how much I’ve lived,
And loved, and grieved for you,
How I would do anything for you,would it even matter?
Would it have ever mattered?

Maybe it would have, if I were blonde.
Maybe it would have, if I were tan.
Maybe it would have, if I were thin.
Maybe it would have, if I were something you desired.
Other than a dark beauty of which you can't relate,
And I’d hate to say this, but, you were a coward...
And you feared love.

I feel sorry for your soul,
For it will never survive your judgments.

That Moment Again

Give me that moment back,
My face buried in your chest.
Strong scented and pounding heart,
You were a beautiful mess.
I longed for our lips to brush,
Tight squeeze and soft caress.
I don't know you yet,
But hold me again.

By: Alex Hunter