L.J. Shaw Poetry

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“Torches in Our Hearts”

In every heart

There is a secret fire

The ones we loved

The ones we lost.

And as we love 

New again

New flames

Torch brightly.

The old ones

Don’t really burn out.

No.

They fade dimly.

And at the end 

Of life

We are left

With twinkling lights

Of every love we dared to love.

-L.J. Shaw

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“Beautifully Broken”

I don’t even have the courage

To peek behind the secret doors

The armor of my heart is too strong

From the bruises, cuts and sores

I gave love its first and last chance

Because hope proved to be in vain

And then life gave me you,

And the anguish has made me insane.

Even as you read these secret words

Unknowing you caused these scars

My secret fire is still lit for you

Though I certainly misread the stars.

And though I pray deep in my bones

I’ll walk away whole

I’ll be beautifully broken forever

Cause I gave you my heart,

           I gave you my soul. 

-L.J. Shaw

[lj-shaw]

“A Pause in My Slumber”

You woke me from my Slumber

A dream I dreamt so sweet,

But the stars in your eyes told a story 

And so I took a break from my Sleep.

With fear in my cold, tired heart

You pulled me in so tight,

And warmed my soul with sunshine

With your heart fire lit so bright.

You showed me distant galaxies

All the moons, planets and stars

How being awake was better than sleep

Because with love, anything could be ours.

But then my heart again grew sleepy

And it showed me you weren’t the One.

Though I sweetly dream of you still

In the end you weren’t my Sun. 

-L.J. Shaw

[lj-shaw]

“The Disease”

The Disease flows through my veins

And it’s slowly killing me.

Endless nights of tears 

From the pain inside of me. 

It’s an epidemic that spreads wide

And it suffocates and breaks

Every single part of you,

So only heartache it makes.

It’s worse than any virus

It’s a lovesick prison cell.

My heart needs to see a doctor,

Cause now it’s a broken bell.

If hospitals could save the victims

And help those who’ve loved so true,

What treatment would they give

To save me from loving you?

There will never be a cure

For the soul plague that hits deep,

But this torture gives me a piece of you

So this pain I will always keep.

Too many nights I lay awake

Wishing, dreaming of you

That someday your sweet kiss

Will make me worthy too. 

-L.J. Shaw