My Beginning - January 17, 2011

My Beginning

I broke the spell on my own, though its reach was far and wide

Even when you hid your face in your hands

I learned to sing louder

Until I had turned

The tide

I wondered if you ever thought of me or one kiss I gave to you

When you read all the words I wrote

Did they burn like pouring salt

Into an open wound

Of truth

I took a look at the coldest smile and found the warmest heart

Standing clear of the picture and its owner

Thought I broke the spell on my own

As I watched your fingers

Come apart

From a straight drop of a thousand feet, I found the spell's ending

Then tried to hide my heart in my own hands

But you only learned to sing louder

Until you had become

My beginning

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011