The Keeper By: Wendy Shepherd

Just thinking of the way you’ll kiss me from my head to my toes; Im feeling fireworks, crazy butterflies, my heart flips in my chest.

Now that it’s out, trying to tame such mad love would be like stealing the scent from a rose; The feelings inside, a passionate deluge, leave me reeling, gasping for breath

You can’t fit the ocean in a paper cup and I can’t keep all of this love inside; I feel as though I’m about to burst, my smile super bright, my arms open wide.

All day, everyday I’m consumed by thoughts of what I will do; I miss you like crazy, cannot wait to wrap myself all the way around you.

The calendar on the wall has birds with pretty feathers but tis the bane of my existence. The damn thing keeps us apart even as it draws us together… funny how the craziest things always seem to make the most sense,

Like how the first boy I ever truly wanted- out of all the people in this great world-was the only one who ever really haunted the bruised lil’ heart of a (mostly) unshakable girl.

Wrapped your calloused hands around the bleeding edges so it wouldn’t fall apart, then held on as you were meant to do, You are the keeper of my heart.

Trying to put into words this feeling I have within me is tantamount to spitting on a forest fire, fully expecting to put it out.

Repressing for years, denying, pretending not to see my attempts to staunch this desire that flows like blood through me.

No small feat as these years have come and gone, time becoming my enemy as well as my friend. Bringing me close even as it keeps me away, my heart breaking even as it mends

Perceptions will change as our memories put a certain spin on relationship, situations and the trouble we’ve been in

There is one thing, through, that continues to ring the true, and that’s this feeling within me born of my love for you.