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Tango of Flirtation
You make my heart race.
It’s been months.
But to no avail,
You have done it again.
You make me doubt myself.
Am I just weak?
When you come within five feet,
My mind just starts to fade.
Your presence is daunting.
Knowing the affect you have on me.
You speak,
But I can only focus on your lips
Memories flooding of where they have been
Every
Last
Place.
Your eyes look through me.
As if they know exactly where my mind has been.
Now it becomes a dance,
A tango of flirtation.
Frustration comes with flirtation
Knowing there is a line I must not cross
Should not cross.
The jury is still deciding
What if’s are being questioned
Whispering in my ear as we dance.
What’s the harm?
Just one kiss.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
I Crave The Me That You See
Me.
I crave the me that you see.
I have lost sight of my own eyes.
Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.
As if my head has been disconnected.
My heart, my brain, infected.
I feel like an absentee.
I crave the me that you see.
So much potential you say
Do I believe you or fade away?
How much of me am thee?
Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.
I try to give the third degree
I crave the me that you see
Me is turning into you.
A lost soul with no point of view,
A vision of what you craved
This is the path that you paved.
But I will be an escapee
A mirror I will come across
My poetry is like my sign of the cross.
A reflection that my mind can recognize
I will not need the sight of my eyes.
To crave the me that I read.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
When the Wall Breaks
When my shirt hit the floor,
The feeling of hate was no more.
This was just what I was looking for.
A time to forget, a time to remember.
Your lips are on mine, I feel myself tremble.
Just close my eyes and live in the moment,
To act before we lose our momentum.
I don’t love, I don’t hate.
What you are is fate.
Giving me a moment,
To not torment,
But giving me fulfillment.
Filed under Poetry
Living Fear
Fear
What the human race is never short of.
Emotion that is consistent
Among races, ages and time.
What makes it thrive
Through so many lives?
Bodies riddled with
Fast paced hearts,
And Sweaty palms.
Automatically choosing to give into the feeling
That swallows us so easily.
Are we to believe that this has to be?
You only live once
Can only be if we truly see
What fear has to be to be free.
We preach about taking charge
And letting be.
But we can only be if we are not
Constantly fleeing.
But if fear is the way to a new beginning
Trusting that our fleeing can be deceiving
That it’s our unconscious way of leading
To the life we should be living.
Then maybe our fearing is relieving.
By: Honestlynne
Filed under Poetry
Just a girl
I still can’t say your name,
Look at your picture or touch your things.
There is a pain in my heart
That makes it hard to breathe.
I try to remember what you were like,
The sound of your voice or the way that you laughed.
But in the end my head is empty
With nothing but a distant memory.
Memories are what hold people together
But for you and me that won’t be seen.
For you and I could be strangers in a crowd
Too much time past for us to recognize.
So I can only live on people’s stories
But even that was 15 years of avoiding
For seeing your life through other’s eyes
Only left me aching.
Hearing how we are alike,
That I have your nose, smile and laugh.
Only makes the thought of you
Even more heartbreaking.
For at the age of 6,
I was Daddy’s Girl.
For at the age of 7,
I was just a girl.
By: HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
An Everyday Girl's Outlet 