Disarmed

Maybe I said you’re too cocky,
Maybe I said you’re too much.
Maybe I flitted and flirted and laughed
And acted shy to your touch.
But
When you grabbed me?
It was done,
Locked, signed, sealed.
And when you pushed me ‘gainst the wall,
I can’t explain that feel.
There’s something about your attitude,
It lets me understand
Incites a respect deep within,
For so masculine a man.
How could you know I wanted you?
How come I couldn’t hide?
I tried pretending like it was
The furthest from my mind.
Yet here we are, and breathing hard,
I’m wrapped up in your arms
And though I’ve had a shield for years,
You’ve got me here,  disarmed.

Jan 30
4:35pm

Artwork by: Frank Morrison

Earth, Wind, Fire

Open jar,
Select the tree.
My fingers break it easily.
Pack a bowl;
Earth, wind, fire.
Water bubbles, shifting higher.
Plucks me out the despair sea,
Drifting off–
Calm melancholy.

1/25
6:19 am

Artist: Unknown by me, but I wish I knew…this girl reminds me of myself ♥