Breathe Boy Breathe

yours was an unfair start
placed your hands in a messy heart
who lit the fire 
you or her

you were a bridge boy
dark eyed, broken dreams
bad news for the girls
that would love you
including me

a wish list of the future
memory of the past
breathe boy breathe
that future's coming fast

a flame storm
a lover born
too beautiful to die alone 
too beautiful to die alone

stolen story
rearranged in their picture frames
chose a new name
who's to blame
who's to blame

who lit the fire
you or her
who wrote the script
who won the war

when you were looking at 
those last photographs
were you satisfied with your past
breathe boy breathe
your future's coming fast

did you whisper a prayer for God 
to come near
did you forgive her
'cause I never will

the smoking room
burning eyes
but no one's by your side
breath measured out
silenced everything

at times I go back
remember all you were
still don't know
who lit the fire
you
or her ?

© May 27 2019 Vanessa Peterson 

Sick Love

the giving
pilfering
agony of sick love
the confession
I want no thing
to cure it
thin skin
thick desire
the art of us
cocooned beneath night stars
and misty strawberry moon glow

© May 1 2019
Sorry to those who have informed they that you've been here looking for new postings. Truly the last year has been a switch up for me. After raising my three children I re-entered the work force. It wasn't an easy thing to do, but I feel I have gained some ground and will be able to post more writings. 
I realize some of you are not on blogger and can't leave comments  but if you'd ever like to reach me you can do so here vanesadawn@gmail.com 
I do appreciate your views and as long as one reads I will write. Take care - Van Peterson