Wrote this a long time ago... but would appreciate some fresh comments and suggestions.. Thanks!


Sense

Sometimes she makes no sense,
Sometimes she makes all the sense,
Sometimes I have no sense,
Then she brings the sunshine,
and its like the morning crashing, breaking through.

She brought to me a new day,
The promise of life without fear and anger.
She reminded me how to feel,
and that it is okay to be myself,
to love myself.

This love makes no sense,
but my faith lies within it.
It is strong without resistance.
I no longer fear knowing myself,
or knowing the truth of uncertainty.
I dont even fear her,
or the love she shamelessly offers.

Sometimes though I fear her embrace.
Mostly I just fear the chance that someday,
she will let go.
And my heart will fall,
and crash into the hell she saved me from.
I can not know this again.

But the sense in this all is,
that we found love.
A love so innocent,
that not even I could question it.
A love that I will cherish,
and that will enevitably bleed me dry.

She brought my heart salvation.
Brought my life a new beginning,
healed all that was broken,
with her sunshine and smiles.
Gave me a sense to my life.
Blessed me with love,
Revived my heart,
and woke my love from its slumber.

This is the sense I always wanted to make



Poetry by Nikki
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Written on 2005-11-19 at 16:17

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