💫WHEN TIME HAS MENDED MY HUMPTY DUMPTY HEART💫

Why does a heart

That loves

So deeply

Have to suffer

Have to get broken

Once again

Over and over

Time after time

Falling for lovers

That will not

Stay mine

It can’t keep going

On this way

When can I have one

That won’t walk away

I give my heart

But when will I learn

That I need to have one

In return

From one that will

Love me 4ever

Too many memories

Still stay in my mind

Long lost lovers

From a faraway time

Haunting my dreams

And whispering lies

Bringing back heartache

And tears to my eyes

How long must I wait

For time to heal

The scars and the hurts

I’m forced to feel

Noone is flawless

Least of all me

But true love

Accepts us

And let’s us be

Loved

In spite of it all

And so I hope

My lips will soon kiss

My 4ever lover

Once time has mended

My humpty dumpty heart

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🏆NOT A TROPHY🏆

I am so glad

That I no longer belong

To ur tangled

Entrapment

I have the strength

To stand up and

If i must crawl out

Of ur weaved web

My heart will

No longer

Be a trophy

Or a prize

On ur shelf

Of demented control

A mirage u created

Of a beautiful man

Who never existed

U were only a

Fragment of imagination

To a harem of women

Who believed ur

Tainted words

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🦋NO LONGER A FOOL🦋



How did I not know

U possessed the coldest heart

Ur sweet words deceived me

With promises

Tempting me to believe

Ur fiery passion

Ur hungry hands

Ur wild desires and lies about love

U hid the truth

No words of love or warm embrace

Will erase what I have learned

I am no longer a fool

Now ur words r barbed wire kisses

That cut me to the quick

And leave me in tears

My punishment for trusting u

I seek refuse in the darkest corner of my soul

The safest place to sit far away from u

Where I can wonder and plan my escape

Into a life that once again is mine

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💃TIL WE Dance Again🕺

In the wee small hours

Of the backside of the nite

In my dreams

U hold me tight

When u come

To dance with me

Young lovers laughing

Giggling and smiling

Dressed in gowns

And fancy suits

Gazing into

Each others eyes

Out on the dancefloor

In a waltz, a tango

The bop or the twist

Knowing each others moves

From a long time ago

Love, ur the only one that I’ve missed

My favorite dreams

R always with U

Reliving memories

And moments too

Waking in the morning

Is bittersweet

Remembering the thrill

But ending my dream

Of U

Mornings leave me longing

For another dance or 2

Cuz dreaming is the only way

I can still be with U

And so each nite

Beneath the stars

I wait for the dream

That we can love and

Dance again

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💞PROMISES OF OUR REUNION💞

We lived a lifetime

We lived it well

Thru each day 2gether

Thru heaven and hell

Solid and strong

Was the bond that we made

We faced each new moment

Unafraid

We danced thru each day

And gazed at the stars

Wondering if others

Had a love like ours

Passing thru time

At a dizzying pace

It’s been so long

Since I have seen ur face

In the afternoon sun

Laughing and giggling

As we teased each other

And shared sweet kisses

And long embraces

U gave me goosebumps

And more

When I looked

In the eyes of my angel

I always heard them

Professing her love

For me

Shes no longer hurting

No longer ill

As I stand in silence

At the top of the hill

Standing alone

As I stand by her stone

I visit her often

As the sun disappears

Blowing her kisses

In thanks for the years

We shared love

And dreams 2gether

As I whisper

Sweet promises

Of our reunion

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☆PAGES☆

Just a twisted memory

Of days gone long ago

A haunting empty feeling

From the echos in my soul

I hope u have found happiness

In ur cold and demented heart

For u were once my angel

Now just a rusted fragment in my mind

Time was once a savior

Placing pieces together in a row

Now time seems like an enemy

Growing older as days unfold

And the reflection in the mirror

Still giving me visual glee

The ghosts swept into the closet

Hold memories of the past

The times that I spent healing

The mixed emotions of my world

Have healed into crumpled pages

And decrypting stories that r told

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The Wonderings Of Man

I have a sense

A premonition

That something’s not right

My heart and soul

Feel it too

I hear gentle whispers

In my dreams

I feel like something is missing

Something I want

Something I need

An inner craving

I cant seem to get rid of

I dont know why it is missing

Or where I should search for it

What does it mean

To have this

Inner yearning

This feeling?

Maybe I dont want

What it is

Maybe I would

If I knew what it was

Like to find

What is missing

Wishing

Doesnt seem to help me

It only makes me

Want it more

And so it is

From the beginning of time

That man has felt

A burning hunger

For a soulmate

And this is why

God answered

Mans need

With his crowing creation

Woman

And created the bond

Of being “In love”

That made even Adam

Choose Eve

Over God

Such is the power

Of being “In love”

And needing a soulmate

That man will trade forever

To be with his beloved

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🌿UNDER HER BRANCHES🌿

Down by the pond

Stands the saddest tree

With luscious long branches

That can shelter u from any storm

When whistling wind blow

And vines dance to and fro

U can hug on the tree

Like the koala bear does

The weeping willow

Will protect u

Like a mother then

Under her branches

A childhood hideaway

To dream and play

We made secret memories

That I love to replay

From times long ago

Under the weeping willow

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