Peggy Lee I'm A Woman

Adele - 21 - Turning Tables (Acoustic) - Album Version

Concealed Key.

Why is my heart always an open faced-festering wound?
The flow of crimson perfume,
Not enough gauze can consume.
Apply pressure, sew its severed  walls,
The delicacy of raw feeling is where it falls.
Awkward beauty in the let down,
Twisted in flaws.
Rebuild my chambers, lock the vault.
There is no one to blame, I'm the fool, it's my fault.
One hand covers my chest, the other held out as a lover's halt.
Do not tress pass, don't come close.
See this face, I will be your ghost.
Your lips I suffer for, I want you most.
Only return when your heart can play a lover's plea.
Your eyes are blind now, you do not yet see,
That your journey of mystery is to find the concealed key.
By Keila Marie

I Heard You Singing (12/14/07, Charlotte NC)

The Road.

The road remains unclear for all who travel here, but the mystery is the treasure each traveler holds dear.
~K (March 7,2011)

Pounding in the chambers of my mind.

My thoughts always seem to travel to where you are,

If you're missing your heart, you'll find it pounding in the chambers of my mind.

My ribcage rises as I inhale a breath to sing your name,

It cries out in frozen embers that catch the cold air's refrain.

Gloom-ed creatures fly overhead,

Their existence tells me this love still lives.

I see you shine just above the clouds,

You are too high to reach down,You are a King, so far above me.

The jewels of your crown are not to be touched by my peasant hand,

For I am below you, I belong on the lowly ground.

I wait for your eyes to find me,

Your pupils to spread over my brow, the hazel majesty of your sight to save me.

I need the warmth of your lips on my head, your hand around my waist,

Your words to tuck me in, remind me I'm alive.

Blush my cheek with yours to remove the image of death from my forgotten face,

Tell me you remember that my love stands out amongst them all.

Don't gaze upon me like a stranger,

My imprint still belongs on your soul.

The thorn of you can not be removed from my flesh,

I bear your scar, I am your reflection.

Fill your hands, wash your face, wake your senses,

Let gravity bring you back down to meet with me.

~by Keila (March 7,2011)



Love.

The essence of love is great, but the boundaries of love are even greater.

-February 8,2011