Careless

Your eyes said it all

Everything I wanted to hear

But knew it wasn’t true.

And I saw the way you looked at her

Saw the way you touched her arm.

I saw the way I wish it’d be

With me and your careless charm.

I searched your face almost desperately

For the slightest hint

Of something more

But all I found were secrets

I don’t know the answers for.

And if your eyes somehow stumble

Upon these ill written words

You might look again

And find what you’ve been searching for.

Love Is On Her Lips

The following is the second poem I've written in what feels like forever. My opinion is that it could be a lot better, but after struggling with writers block for nearly two years, I feel this is a decent start.

Love is on her lips

And I cannot reply.

It’s difficult and cruel

But I simply cannot lie -

To her or to her lips

Her kisses or her hugs,

But most of all I cannot lie

To those eyes which are screaming -

Love

In all its forms and all its meaning,

All the things I cannot grasp.

I’d tell her that I love her

But I can’t forget my past.

Copyright 2010 - Tamara Keith