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Mara Loyola Poem
you showed me how to love
You gave me your heart in exchange for mine
You showed me the greatness in everything, my love
Just along the lines of endless amount of time
That cold december night, what irony
Because what happened between you and i
Warmed me up with delight.
A night well spent with you, i found it hard to bid my goodbyes
A winter night i wish would ever last,
I shared with you my secrets
About my fearful past
Expecting you to leave, you stayed
Without a doubt, in that moment i knew,
I fell in love with you,
Your eyes, your smile,
Its just the little things you do
To make me endure the many trials and miles, Just to be with you
Copyright © Mara Loyola | Year Posted 2015
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Mara Loyola Poem
The instrumental introduction
of the first song we first kissed to,
fills my current atmosphere.
I stop all my actions.
I freeze in my tracks,
like a deer caught off guard of a car's headlights.
The song reminds me of a bitter sweet past.
The first verse,
you looked into my dull brown eyes,
in a dimmed room.
The yellow lights touches your face
which exposes the tints of hazel in those
captivating green eyes,
I see an undiscovered galaxy,
causing the gates around my rib cage to open up,
it exposes my heart for you to take.
By the chorus,
you pulled me in so close,
your breath fanned my face.
You placed your forehead on mine,
were nose to nose,
chest to chest,
eye to eye,
everybody ceased to exsist, it is just you and I,
as we swayed slowly to the tune of the sweet song.
The second verse,
a smile appears on your face and it is contagious.
I count the freckles scattered across the bridge of your nose,
10, 17, 20, and so.
The chorus comes once again,
your fingers trail down to the small of my back,
causing me to arch my back, to fill the gap
remaining between us.
Your fingers left my back tingling with the most beautiful sensation,
my knees go weak, but you are so strong, you hold me,
I am comforted in your arms.
By the bridge,
I shut my eyes taking the moment all in,
just in your arms I imagine our future,
I hope and pray to something,
that we will have nights like this.
The sparks will ignite every time you hold me right.
It is nearing the end of the song,
I open my eyes to see your gaze
flicker down to my lips.
In that moment,
I stopped breathing,
we stopped swaying,
and you are the conductor of my everything.
My heart skips a beat in its messed up melody,
as you lean in,
your lips met mine,
I swear, it was the stop of time.
The taste of you begins to fade.
I snap back into reality,
I am drowning in my own tears,
I know how to swim,
but I don't let another breath fill my lungs.
The future I imagine with us,
is now the future you have with her.
Things fade to black and I stopped breathing.
Copyright © Mara Loyola | Year Posted 2015
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Mara Loyola Poem
I’ve spent most of my time looking for someone to love me, thinking it would make me better.
I’ve spent most of my time searching for something to fill the emptiness in my body that is suppose to be occupied by my love for myself.
I’ve spent most of my time searching for happiness.
Yet, I never found it.
Is it because I look for it?
Who knows.
Do I deserve to be happy though?
I find it difficult to love myself.
The list of things I love is very short and doesn’t include myself.
Is it possible for me to love myself?
I’m not sure…
I’ve found myself thinking a whole lot of miserable thoughts.
Is it normal for a teenage girl?
People say that it is.
They say that it is just teenage depression, it is just a phase and it will stop.
I sure hope it will.
Hope.
Hope, is a funny word.
You think you have it but then it is gone.
Hope is false.
Hope is gone.
Well at least for me.
Deadpanned, staring at walls is what I spend most my time doing.
I spend most time deep in thought, wondering if my life will turn around.
If I will be successful.
If I will make the others doubt me look at me in awe.
If they will watch me rise at my highest and watch me succeed.
I am getting ahead of myself,
it is only a dream ruined by this reality.
Copyright © Mara Loyola | Year Posted 2015
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I long for the day,
when your finger tips trail across my tanned skin,
just like the suns rays kissing me ever so delicately.
I long for the day when my head rest against your chest;
How you can make my tattered heart skip a beat
in its messed up melody.
I long for the day when the words you speak becomes true,
waiting for the "I love yous" to become implanted
into my skin, carved into my bones, courses through my veins.
I long for the day when the promises you make stay,
please kiss me goodnight.
Be there the next day.
Copyright © Mara Loyola | Year Posted 2015
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