Billie Saporito
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In Your Eyes
In Your Eyes
From the first time I saw you
I knew that you would always be
a part of my life
That you would change it forever
That smile of yours that lights up my whole being
Afraid to look into your eyes
for fear that my body would betray me
and start to tremble in the anticipation of what may be
what was meant to be
You and I
Two Souls meant to be one
together
forever
I feel it with every fiber of my body
every beat of my heart
Lost spirits that have found one another again
in this life
as we had in so many lifetimes before
Never so sure about anything as I am
about our destiny together as one
I look into your eyes and tremble
losing myself there
just a little
at the same time finding something
finding what it is that completes me
A love I can not bare to live without
I would be lost forever without your touch
sound would be cruel without your words
I hear them when I lay in bed at night
waiting for sleep to come and rescue me from my
slumberers torment
because you are not there beside me
my heart beats and if not in unison with yours
then it's rhythm is meaningless
You are my savior
my light shining through a dark, bleak existence
Our love
timeless and pure
this is why I tremble when I look into your eyes.
Will you Remember me?
Will you remember me?
When I am lost and feel so beaten down
so alone in this demented place
When my soul is weeping
the spark of life is but a flicker
and in that soul’s tears it has drowned
the emptiness then takes it’s place
forgotten and gone shall I be
from this life, from one love, never leaving a trace
of a lonely unimportant existence
I am easily replaced
Will you remember me?
Not Me
Not me
I am too strong
these bruises aren't from him
you couldn't be more wrong
He loves me, he says it all the time
so he gets angry, I really don't mind
I fucked up again, it is my punishment
if I do what he says, I won't be hit
Why do I tempt him by doing these things
his temper, I know the hell it brings
he's pissed off again
what did I do now,
I can't take it anymore
I have to get out somehow
It is so hard to leave, I feel so worthless and used
deep down I know I am useless
maybe he is right, I do deserve to be abused
after a while the pain does subside
but the marks he leaves are more intense and are
becomming harder to hide
I thought I was smart
how could I let this be
somewhere along the way I lost me
he takes so much from me
I feel so dead
but it is my fault
He's sorry, you heard what he said
I shouldn't have provoked him, don't you see
it wasn't him, it was me
I wish you could understand
that I could make you see
you couldn't be more wrong
these bruises aren't from him
not me, I’m too strong
Not me
Tony
Before you, alone I would sit
and cry in the dark
Before you there was no
reason nor purpose to my unused
sinking heart.
Before I looked into your eyes
I had never been touched by another’s soul
Before the warmth of your heart
my body felt numb and my heart, so cold
Before yours, I had never
tasted lips quite so sweet
Before your touch, my heart
had never skipped a beat
Before your gentle words
I had never felt so free
Before your love
I never knew how complete
my life could be
Poems
I think about the sweetness that some poems bring
the soft, soothing words that seem to sing
the poems of love and sonnets of such amazing beauty
those words, those feelings, never seemed to come to me
but when I think of you, those feelings begin to start
it begins as a soft, sweet melody, that emanates from my heart
and the more I think of you, the stronger it becomes
until the day that our two hearts meet and our songs
become one.
Grandmother
The angels cried today and so did I
because you were taken away
and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye
Today I sat down and reminisced all of the good
times we shared and that’s when I realized how
greatly you’ll be missed and how much you truly cared.
You gave so much and expected nothing in return
through you the true value of love could be learned
you were gentle and kind with never a harsh word
because your spirt soared freely through the sky like an untamed bird.
When the angels cried today
it came down in the form of rain
the soft tiny droplets were meant to soothe our pain
I know you’ve gone on to a better place
where there is no more pain or fear,
But as I write these words down, I can feel you very near
I don’t want to let you go, yet there’s nothing I can do
except to say goodbye one last time
and whisper softly; I love you.
Grandmother
Grandmother can you hear me
beneath the earth and snow?
Grandmother can you see me
as you lay so far below?
Grandmother do you hear me
as I call out your name?
And when I weep, do you still shed a tear,
can you still feel my pain?
My laughter, does it still
warm your heavy heart?
Does it keep your soul company
while we’re so far apart?
While I stare at a cold gray stone
with your name etched in deep
praying you can hear me while
you sleep you eternal sleep.
I can still hear your voice and
your impatient little sigh.
I know it wasn’t your choice,
but it was your time to say goodbye
and I can still see a smile on your
angelic, wise, face
and with enough love and faith
I pray we will meet again in that heavenly place.
Saying Goodbye
As we walk for the last time
down this road together
I shed a tear, but I knew it could last forever
the road ahead of us will not end
for it will fork and separate.
I just never thought I would have to say goodbye to you my friend
but now our lives are left up to fate.
We’ve laughed together and even shed a few tears,
but I know in time, through the years
we will grow, change, and new friends we will make
but I don’t know how to stop my heartache.
So forgive me, my friend, if I break down and cry
I just don’t want to have to say goodbye.
As I go out into the world
to make a start, I won’t feel alone
because I'll always have you in my heart.
Love
Love is a special feeling
which deals with the heart.
In love, your heart is like a expensive crystal bowl.
You wouldn’t give it to just anyone.
Making everyone use the cheaper, plastic substitute,
but then that special person comes along and you want
to take the bowl out of it’s case and share it with them.
But that special person doesn’t realize how precious the
bowl is and they become careless with it.
One day they drop it on the floor, and walk away
leaving you to pick up the tiny pieces.
You try to glue it back together
and even if you do find every piece and it is fixed
it’s still not the same as it once was.
Now you are a little less trusting and not as willing
to share it, in fear that it may be broken again.
If you don’t let anyone close to it, it can never
again be broken, Instead it is doomed to set on a shelf,
useless, and collecting dust.
Self Pity
Self pity
total destruction
like a top spinning round and round
for a moments high, only to lose its speed,
its power and tumble unto its side
it can’t become upright on its own.
A beautiful rose
the color of velvet
yet it is such beauty that bares the thorns
which wounds one’s heart
and destroys the soul
Leaving behind a cold stone which can never
again be reached by mortal hands.
A soul trapped in a corpse-like body
too lost to live, too afraid to die
caged like a wild animal
dying a little more each day,
yet not fast enough
a cry for help answered with solitude
neglected, alone it weeps
unheard in its private hell
the soul awaits it’s release.
