I've seen you before..

Teary eyed, tired.. 

Heart broken on the floor..

Spilled cup, slipped up


Senseless to trust she locked the door


A different page.

Sorrows erased.

Regained her faith.

Then one day,

a someday,

that one day...


I took a sip and she was Love.


Your spirit draws me in.

I don't know how to explain this,

but something in your being sends me visions of your essence.


If life is a gift, she must be my present.


Her aura.

Her energy.

In a pursuit of happiness.


She keeps my hopes full.


I rarely vibe with ones how I confide with you.

To: write our own stories.

Real is all we need.


Pores open as she feels my truth.