Of Changes

The impending change is inevitable,
I see it, taking shape, right before my eyes,
For good or for bad,
I still can't figure it out yet,
The thing that's for sure,
Is that it's coming.

xoxo

Of Hearts and Sleeves

You wear your heart on your sleeve,
expecting, waiting, longing,
Hoping someone would catch it from the ever unrolling fragile fabric,
unrolling, unraveling, falling,
Suddenly realizing there might not be a saving arm,
what to do, how to do it,
Catch your falling heart and roll up your own sleeve,
independence, sovereignty, liberty,
For sometimes the person you long for can in no way be yours,
acceptance, though it hurts like hell,
What's left is a groove for your arm in my heart,
forever, always

xoxo