A Place Where I Belong

Things weren’t very specific
they never were terrific
but I held my head high
and fought the urge to cry
as I walked away
never again to stay
any place for very long

Friends come and friends go
seeds of depth, never to sow
protecting my heart from pain
finding myself out in the rain
looking on in a jealous rage
feeling older than my age
my soul, lost of its song

This prison is of my own making
there’s absolutely no mistaking
the hell I’ve created here on Earth
eternally searching for my worth
in someone else’s eyes
only to find a world full of lies
and always feeling like I’m wrong

If I want to find the joy of life
I have to give up the need for strife
and suffering as a way of being
to look upon the world, and seeing
the beauty and love that surrounds me
to set my heart and soul free
and find a place where I belong.

train whistle

The train whistle calls me to you
I ache to feel your arms around me
protecting me, like a snug cocoon
I long for the touch of your lips on mine
as our tongues explore the passion of a kiss,
our bodies intertwined in understanding
that no one, nor nothing, would come between us again
and you gently reach out to me
in your sleep and pull me close
I know I am safe
but I lay awake in an empty bed
as the train whistle echos through
my empty heart

Goodbye to Love

I've never been in love
I'm afraid to fall in love
and I'm afraid I won't
I loved you. I loved you very much.
but I never fell in love with you.
I thought we were soul mates
but you never fell in love with me
so I never fell in love with you
but oh, how I wanted to
back then. But now, I don't know.
I don't know if I can trust you with my heart;
I know I'll be heart broken
in the end.
because in the end, my friend,
we must always say goodbye.

by Shawn Ann Murray ©2014

someone tickled my heart
I started to fall
hoping to finally feel
this thing called love
it was all a game
leaving me heart broken
without love
and my friend

Copyright 2013 by Shawn Ann Murray

ice-blue

I saw you today
or someone who looks like you
but he didn't have your eyes,
your dancing vivid ice-blue eyes
that looked at me with love
I can only see your eyes
in photographs now
and they no longer dance

Copyright 2012 by Shawn Ann Murray