KHALILAH YASMIN©

April 18, 2010

“Dear You”

Filed under: POETRY — khalilahyasmin @ 3:40 pm


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“Dear You”

Dear You,

 

I cannot pretend you don’t exist now that I know that you do,

The moment you spoke, I lost myself in your YOU…

I cannot show you what you aren’t ready to see,

Cannot make you stop loving her, and start loving me.

 

I cannot make this make sense to you, or even myself,

But I realized something the moment you left—

 

You were a stranger that my heart knew so well,

You’re no magician, yet I’m under your spell.

Willing to be everything that you need,

If you take off your blinds and decide to SEE me.

I see you. I see you in perfection flawed in direction.

I see you with my soul, I feel your reflection.

 

Awed at my capacity and intensity to feel,

Questioning my mind for what my heart knows is real.

If a friend I must be, then that role I will take,

For your absence would cause my heart to break.

 

As I listen to your heart break, I hear the echo of my own,

For I am now lost, because now mine you own.

My heart merged to yours when you held me so tight,

Afraid, Nervous, and Ashamed to tell you last night.

The moment you spoke, I lost myself in your YOU…

I cannot pretend you don’t exist now that I know that you do,

If I must be a fool, allow this fool to be true,

I can, do, and will be in love with you.

 

Seems with love I’m always playing tag,

I placed my heart in your carry -on bag.

 

A friend.

April 14, 2010

“LETTERS TO THE WORLD; FROM THE WORLD”-Coming soon…

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“EKAJ”

Filed under: POETRY — khalilahyasmin @ 8:16 pm


“EKAJ”

Smitten, for he is a poem I have not yet written.

Both of us shy, and sore of lips from being bitten…

He got closer.

I stood contemplating my heart- my keys and letting him in…

A stranger at distance, and a lover to win.

Sin?

I had considered because I want to live in his moment.

His eyes studied mine as he saw that I owned it.

Heartbeat.

Racing as I made the decision to speak,

Walking with strength in my legs though my knees had gone weak…

He blushed red.  I blushed bronze through my brown skin,

Grabbing my key hoping he’d know to come in.

He spoke,

And his voice still rings in my ear…

I took my own dare, and began my own cheer.

Curiosity has gave me birth instead of death,

Foreshadowing the moments we’ll share the same breath.

I reckon, that he felt the exact same flame,

Because his skin felt like fire when he reached and whispered his name.

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