Our Love Is Forever
♥♥♥

Our heart’s are kind, full, and complete.

Never are we a part,
for we are connected
by the strings of our heart’s.

Forever entwined
you and I,
Our shadows are one
walking hand in hand.

♥♥♥

© By Amanda D Shelton

Mother Nature sighs as she opens her eye's
behind the star's in the skies,
as she opens her hands
she reveals the moon
while she keeps the planet's in tune.

© By Amanda D Shelton

What if I fell in love with a poet?
Would his poetry bare witness to our intimacy?

Would he bare his soul to me,
through his words and ink?

Would I become his poem,
his inspiration and aspirations?

Would his lips bare and sweet,
leave a poetic dream for me;
to caress and meet him there?

Would we become naked and wild,
like a warm spring air
that breathes our passions
into its bloom?

What if I fell in love with a poet ?

Would we become one,
or would he spoil our love with
his wicked word’s?

What if I fell in love with a poet?

Would he be like his poetry;
rare, smooth, and grungy?

There's only one lover for me,
that would be poetry.

© By Amanda Shelton

I once sat with sadness,
ate at his table, drank his tea,
and partied with his friends.

Through it all,
I lived with suffering
as I prayed on my knees for
relief.

No one should have to live through
grieve.

I made friends with sadness,
so my suffering had to leave.

I learned how to cope,
I learned depression will not be
what defines me.

Sadness is a friend of mine.

© By Amanda Shelton

Oh no my porcelain is crumbling,
decay has come to eat me away.

My porcelain cracked,
my porcelain
turned black and yellow,
my porcelain fell to pieces
in your hands,
I started to crumble.

The glue didn’t last,
the hold wasn’t strong enough
to keep me from falling apart
like glass.

My porcelain was once new,
but with use,
my porcelain couldn’t handle
such abuse.

Come save me,
make me a heart of gold,
make me brilliant
and eternally yours,
a porcelain doll with a heart of gold.

I surrender to your fix,
to your application
and programming,
for I am broken and
I need your fix.

My porcelain heart is
broken and crumbled,
nothing is left but dust and ash.

Porcelain heart's weren't meant to last.


© By Amanda Shelton