Lori Ann Rossi
Author/Poetess
My Work
I Leave My Window Open
Should You Decide To Call My Name.
But All That Comes Is The Cool Breeze -
No Whispers From Your Lips.
Leaves Float In The Wind,
With Secret Thoughts -
Told To Them In Hopes
They'd Carry Them To You.
Your Scent Lingers -
With Memories Of Your Arms
Wrapped Around Me
In The Sweetest Embrace.
Your Eyes Left A Cold Trail of Blue In Their Wake -
In All The Places Your Fingers Have Yet To Touch.
I Close My Eyes,
Remembering Your Smile
And How Your Lips Taunted Me So.
My Own Lips Part -
The Shortest Of Breaths Escape Me -
As They Long To Meet Yours.
My Heart Cries Out For You.
And I Must Quiet It
Before It Awakens To Fire In My Soul.
I Douse The Blaze
With Cold Memories.
But That Doesn’t Work,
It Only Warms My Heart Further –
Like Fuel To The Flames.
Memories Of The Way Your Eyes
Caressed My Heart.
Memories Of The Way Your Fingers
Danced Across My Cheek.
Memories Of The Way Our Souls
Made Love To Each Other
Connecting Us For Life.
Your Name Appears On My Phone,
Taunting Me,
In That Way Only You Can.
How Can You Still Affect Me So?
After All This Time.
After Everything We’ve Been Through.
I Still Toss Aside All Reason,
Banish Every Rule I Ever Set,
Forget All Logic,
To Answer.
You.
It’s Always Been You.
I Was A Fool
To Try And Convince Myself Otherwise.
I Closed My Eyes
To What I Was Afraid To Feel.
But It Was Too Late.
Darkness
There will be a day,
a day like any other.
Your eyes will open,
everything will be gone.
For the first time ever,
you will see the void;
it will consume you.
Your heart will ache,
your mind will race.
the questions you ask yourself
will drive you insane.
Your life has taken a new course,
down a lonely road.
When you look beside you,
no one will be there.
Gone are the comforts you once knew.
Cold will overcome you;
embrace you in its arms.
It will drag you down
to the depths of an empty soul;
where your demons will be waiting
forcing you to see
all you have come to be.
With nothing left to love,
fall into your nightmares,
the only thing you know;
Darkness.
He Makes Absolutely No Sense.
With His Way Of Calming Me Down,
And Wreaking Havoc On My Nerves At The Same Time.
My Breathing Slows, But My Heart Races When He's Near.
He Makes Me Want To Be A Better Person,
And Be Bad All At Once.
He's Frustrating, But So Easily Makes Me Smile.
He Makes Perfect Sense To Me.
The Weight Of These Emotions Has Long Been Left Unsaid.
At This Point, Does It Even Matter?
There’s Still So Much To Say.
I Was Scared – Could You Blame Me?
The Way He Invaded My Heart –
So Rapidly, So Concise, That No Corner Was Left Untouched –
An All Consuming, Overwhelming Emotion
That Left Me Breathless, Confused, Worried.
How Could I Tell Him?
How Could I Tell Him Everything He Meant To Me?
How Could I Tell Him I Loved The Way His Eyes Darkened When He Looked At Me?
How Could I Tell Him About The Chills I Got When His Fingers Grazed My Lips?
How Could I Tell Him He Was The One?
The One I Couldn’t Have.
The One I Shouldn’t Love.
The One I Pushed Away.
I Could Tell Him Now – But It’s Just Too Late –
Even If A Piece Of My Heart Has Always Belonged To Him.
It Started With A Dream.
Like Always,
You Invade It.
Crashing Into My Subconscious,
As Though It Is Your Gift –
To Come And Go As You Please –
Pushing Everyone Else Out Of Your Way
To Awaken Something
You Have No Intentions Of Acknowledging.
One Moment You Are A Wolf
Crying Out To An Untouchable Moon.
The Next, You Are A Flower
Whose Soft Petals Caress My Skin
As You Are Placed Gently Around My Neck.
Your Petals Will Soon Die, Though,
For Once Plucked, The Life Of A Flower Runs Short.
You Return As An Arrow,
Aiming For The Bullseye That Is My Heart.
With Every Intention Of Capturing It –
Not Realizing, Instead, You Will Be The Death Of Me.
I Wake, Gasping For Breath,
Hand At My Chest – It’s Still beating.
You Did Not Succeed This Time,
For My Heart Is Still My Own.
Dark Skies,
Heavy Heart –
Raindrops Take The Place
Of The Tears That Will Not Come.
For There Can Be No Sadness
When The Outcome Was Expected.
Walking Away Is Never Easy.
And Yet, I’ve Done It –
Many Times
I’ve Made The Decision
To Turn And Never Look Back.
Maybe Love Isn’t Enough
After All.
Maybe The Way You Look At Me
Is Not A Good Enough Reason To Stay.
Perhaps,
The Way My Hand Fit With Yours
Is Not Enough To Hold On.
I Guess –
How It Felt
To Have Your Lips
Pressed To Mine
Will Fade.
Your Memory Lingers,
For Now.
But As We Lay Our Heads
On Separate
Pillows
Miles Apart,
The Regret Will Not Be Mine.
You Invaded My Heart,
My Thoughts,
My Dreams.
As Each Day Went By,
I Questioned
What Could Be.
A Laugh A Day
Kept The Heartache Away.
A Touch,
A Kiss,
Forever I Will Miss.
Your Fingers,
Softly Caressing My Cheek –
Those Dark Eyes Searching My Soul.
I Have Seen Your Heart,
Know Every Scar.
You’ve Quieted My Tears,
Banished My Sorrows,
Given Me Joy For Many Tomorrows.
Sixteen
I was sweet at the age of sixteen,
young and vibrant,
a budding sunflower.
The artist. The brainiac. The poet.
Older than the child, younger than the adult.
Looked up to, looked down upon.
Followed my feet, wherever they took;
home, school, away.
Followed my heart, whoever it may;
him, he, or you.
Looked to the future,
with bright, open eyes.
I wanted more, I wanted less,
never knew exactly what it was.
Innocent as a rose, though I wasn't naive.
The world was a mystery,
I had yet to explore.
The life of a teenager, nothing more.
I Loved A Man Once.
He Was Brilliant.
I Could Talk To Him For Hours.
Not About Math Of Philosophy,
But About The Stars.
I Wonder If He Ever Knew
That I Only Ever Spoke About The Galaxies In His Eyes.
I Loved A Man Once.
He Was Beautiful.
Never In Magazines,
But I Loved His Dark Hair
And Soft, Perfect Lips –
I Could Have Kissed Him Forever.
I Wonder If He Felt
When My Knees Went Weak.
I Loved A Man Once.
He Was Strong.
I Never Asked Him
To Open A Pickle Jar,
But He’s Weathered Many Storms –
And Always Come Out On Top.
I Wonder If He Knew
I Was Willing To Be His Strength.
I Loved A Man Once.
He Was Delicate
Not Like A Flower –
Flowers Never Explode.
I Wonder If He Remembers
All The Times I Was His Target.
I Loved A Man Once.
But Love Just Wasn’t Enough.
Now He Is A Thing Of The Past,
A Distant Memory That Fades
More And More Each Day.
I Wonder If He Knows
The Exact Moment It All Changed –
The Moment I Chose To Walk Away.
I Loved A Man Once.
And Oh, What A Shame
That They Were All The Same.