You branded me with your love,
and burned me with your lies.
You made me blaze in hell,
and left me to die in flames.
Until I learned that I’m an angel,
with a spirit on fire.
–
kristin l. cook
Untouchable
Tag: love
Blind, Confused, Clueless Love
She was intense
like a flame to a dry field
It spreads, it burns,
she demands your attention.
She was timeless,
like a wave crashing on the sand
fluently alive, raging furiously,
and manipulating your emotions.
That girl was beautiful,
a frequent imbalance of naughty or nice,
urging you to protect her or defend yourself,
begging you to walk then run,
– to her or away from her,
forcing you to decide.
She was magnetic,
She was gravity,
She was pressure,
She was force.
That girl is love.
–
kristin l. cook
Poison; They Call It Love
Your memory is like a prison
I can’t run, I can’t sleep
Thoughts of you make it hard to eat
I can’t run, I can’t sleep
Thoughts of you make it hard to eat
Your touch was like a drug
Just stick the needle in
while I pulse and shrug
Just stick the needle in
while I pulse and shrug
leave, find that bar stool
I can’t unlove you
and I don’t want to
I can’t unlove you
and I don’t want to
Besides, she wants to fuck you
The truth is I’d rather lie here
with this band tight on my arm
and this one day rush of harm
than forget that you left me,
you left your love,
as I come down
and you let me drown
–
kristin l. cook
Dare Her To Dream…
she smelled like adventure
and tasted like desire
her mind was fearless
and her soul on fire
–
kristin l. cook
Hey baby, I love you, and baby, I need you
you’re in my dreams,
i see you there, but i don’t know you.
you’re in my fantasy,
every thought, every wish
you’re in my head,
i can feel you, and i can feel your warmth
you’re on my lips,
like the taste of honey, floral and sweet
you’re in my heart,
like the smell of pine on a summer Mendocino drive
you’re my shoulder,
not to cry on, but to hold on to, strong and firm
you’re my sweet escape,
every morning, day, and night
you’re my mystery
that captivates and soothes my soul
–
kristin l. cook
Forbidden Romance
And then your eyes met mine,
suddenly I was blind
my hand mirrored yours,
they intertwined
you held me close
and promised you wouldn’t let go
my heart beat faster
because you’re a good dancer
I could feel your breath
I could sense your touch
I want you
and I crave your love
You’re like smoke to a cigar,
You’re like lips to red wine,
You’re that rebel, that rush,
you’re that guilty crush
They say guard your heart,
a man like that isn’t worth the start
But I can’t turn you away,
your smile is like a drug,
I’m just waiting for you to pull the plug
We always want something we can’t have
and damn it,
that’s what hurts so bad
–
Kristin L. Cook
Saving Grace
He blinded me
so I could learn new senses
He broke me
so I could drop my pride
He confused me
so I could open my mind
He made me numb
so I could understand my emotions
He saved me
and it’s called love
–
Kristin L. Cook
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous, it does not brag, and it is not proud. 5 Love is not rude, it is not selfish, and it cannot be made angry easily. Love does not remember wrongs done against it. 6 Love is never happy when others do wrong, but it is always happy with the truth. 7 Love never gives up on people. It never stops trusting, never loses hope, and never quits.
Right Eyed Tears
For all of the girls that are too strong to cry and can bear the weight of the world on your shoulders without showing any kind of struggle. Just know that this one is for you.
Look at these old photographs,
the memories of you just flood right back,
it’s like it was yesterday,
but our love faded away.
We were like a fairytale,
when we kissed under my veil,
it’s bittersweet that a love like ours had to go stale.
Loving you was easy,
falling for you was sweet,
crying over you was dreadful,
and getting over you was free.
Tears remind us we’re alive,
even the strong have to fight to survive.
Humility is humble and grace is pure,
our love was real, this I’m sure.
You’ve moved on,
and I found myself,
I’ll never know why,
our love had to die,
but trust me, I’m good with your goodbye.
From time to time,
I like to visit our prime,
Not because I want it back,
but because it’s ok to remember my past.
I’ve learned to look at where you’re headed,
to think about how far you’ve come,
and march to the beat of your own drum.
If the heartache can make you smile,
and the pain can make you laugh,
just be patient, you’ll find your true other half.
Because a person who can endure pain,
and still remain sane,
who can look beyond the horizons,
and know this isn’t where it ends,
that’s a person who wears scars like trophies’,
and doesn’t care who see’s.
You become a person with wisdom,
and realize you’re not a victim,
love got you in and love got you out,
forgiveness is only for you, without a doubt.
–
Kristin Cook
You’ve Got A Friend In Me
A poem written for my friends – I’ll be there for you.
Surrounded by love,
Surrounded by people,
But in her thoughts she’s feeble
She escapes the day,
and drinks at night
She can’t fight the lonely,
so she stays in sight
It’s hard to find hope in others
when they leave with no goodbyes,
no words at all,
just unanswered questions that make her fall
Her tears don’t fall on his shoulders
they fall on mine
She’s strong and pretty,
she knows this is true
One day a man will stay,
and he’ll confide in you
–
Kristin L. Cook
Ghost of Goodbye by Ford Turrell
(the harmonica solo at this end is righteous)
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