Tear Stained Cheeks and Bloodshot Eyes


The angel lost his grace,
As tears ran down his face,
He forgot love, remembered hate.
He no longer had his faith.

With tear stained cheeks,
Through bloodshot eyes,
He saw only pain and suffering.
Love, he couldn’t conquer.

As the blue sky faded to black,
Darkness filled his heart.
His wings vanished from his back,
And his kindness fell apart.

Even with all his might,
His suit still went black from white.
He was sent to save,
To help those who weren’t brave.

But as he looked around,
At the marks he left…
Tear stained cheeks,
And bloodshot eyes.

© Sabrina

Today has been a difficult day, our time together awkward and forced. At times like these I feel like I’m failing to communicate clearly and causing hurt feelings and misunderstanding. I’m doing the best I can, so please be patient with me. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day and we can forgive the pain and frustration of today. You are mine and I am yours. We will make it through this, together.

I love you.

It’s Good To Feel You Are Close To Me – Pablo Neruda


It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.

Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.

Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,

something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.
Pablo Neruda

Please enjoy Adam Hurst’s Seduction while you read.