My tongue is tipped with
Words I’ll never say.
They haunt me,
Like Winter does Spring;
They tease me, like a
Summer’s breeze in May.
“I ____ You”
A probability of words
Equating the heart’s mean:
Hate, Love, Forgive, Resent;
The truth lies in-between…
-ChristinaDelCarmen
We’re both falling:
In love;
Denial.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
He checked me out
Like a library book,
Reading into my words
For months now…
He tries to stay away
To avoid turning the page,
But I’m the story
He can’t put down…
{To be continued}
-ChristinaDelCarmen
Every night as I lay in bed
And I try to ease the
Weight of my head-
I hear a rhythmic tapping on the ceiling.
Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock…
But I don’t own a clock.
So I thought:
“Is this a sign-
To keep track of time?”
Then it stopped.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
The girl in me will
Always spill, her
Heart out to you.
But…
The woman in me will
Learn, to let you
Walk away when I do.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
That morning I whispered,
“I love you–” with every
Breath that escaped our lungs…
The most beautiful way to die
Has been with you in my
Heart, buried in my words.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
I know you…
From a place without an address,
And a day without a date.
We’ve made love under many Moons,
And have welcomed the same Sun.
I know you…
Not your favorite color
Or how you take your coffee.
I know not of your past lovers,
Or how often you’ve thought of me.
I know you…
From a memory or a dream.
I’ve read about you in poems
And storybooks. You’ve
Spoken to me through
Song-lyrics. I’ve seen your
Face in paintings and I’ve
Deciphered your hieroglyphics.
I know you…
We’ve met a million times before,
Without an exchange of words.
When we met I was you and
You were me. Maybe you were
A flower and I was a bee.
But every-time we meet
We wore different faces.
I know, I know you…
From different times,
From different places.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
She’s the girl who
Falls in love with
The wrong people
At the write time;
To make sense of
Her nonsense she
Turns her ill-thoughts
To hearted rhymes.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
The Heart That Keeps On Breaking... 