I Still Remember

I still remember the times our bodies collided
Your touch was so soft and tender
I still remember our hearts being undivided
Your promise to love me forever


I still remember the times you stroked my hair
Your soft hand would wipe my tears
I still remember every time you said you cared
Your help to fight my fears


I still remember the times you comforted me
Your warm embrace kept me from feeling bare
I still remember the positive you made me see
Your persistence kept me hanging in there


I still remember all the times that you called
Your desperation to say "I love you"
I still remember never being bored
Your sense of humor got me through


I still remember missing you like I couldn't go on
Your words captivated me from the start
I still remember us singing our song
Your memory will forever play in my heart


Written by Jeska Brewster on 27.3.2008 (c)

Fool For You

I'm all choked up that you're OK
I look at you but you've turned away
What can I say, I've been a fool
Falling for you

It's like us never happened
Everything was unforeseen
Unlike me, you got yourself clean
What can I say, I've been a fool
Falling for you

This is no fun game
Without you I'm not the same
Caught up living in this memory
Fighting, fighting to keep it alive
What can I say, I've been a fool
Falling for you

You were my life
You were my love
You were my heart
My inspiration
But oh I've been a fool
Been a fool falling for you

These are my broken dreams
The tears have flowed like wild streams
In the distance our love did fade
Never did I think you would walk away
Oh I've been a fool
Oh yes I've been a fool
Oh such a fool
Falling...
Falling for you

Written by Jeska Brewster on 22.3.2010 (c)

If Tomorrow Never Comes

So what happens if tomorrow never comes?

Have I said my last goodbye?
Have I kissed you so passionately for the last time?
Have I held you in my arms and felt the world just melt away?
Have I spoken of dreams I once had and how you fit into them so perfectly?
Have I dreamt of being a bird, flying high and free?
Have I eaten the most delicious meal and tasted the most vintage of wines?
Have I expressed my thoughts freely enough, speaking of love, lust and passion?
Have I been a good enough person to reach wherever it is you go when there is no more tomorrow?
Have I told you that I've realised that if tomorrow never came, I would never see your gorgeous face again?
Have I done enough good in this world to leave my imprint in history?
Have I done enough to make sure I have told everybody how much they mean to me, and grateful I am for having them in my life?
Have I embraced my tomorrows as though they will be my last?
Have I made sure I have no regrets or unfinished business?
Have I made you realise that one day...my tomorrow will never come?

I need to make the most of today to ensure that if tomorrow never comes, I will be floating free.

Tomorrow - what a gorgeous thing to look forward to!

Written by Jeska Brewster on 10.3.2010 (c)

The Change

You say I've changed, but I don't even know the person I am looking at anymore. Those sparkly eyes have turned into wool which has fallen over my eyes. That embrace you once gave has formed into a rope which is restricting me from free movement. Those words which once sweet as candy have created a bitter taste in my mouth. Your innocent face isn't beautiful anymore, it's a deceitful mask which now haunts my dreams.

There's no denying I'm a sucker for punishment. I let you become all of things right in front of me, I let you fool me when I never suspected it could happen.

I allowed myself to let you see parts of me in which not even I like, but am working on changing. Yet, you never gave me a chance to take you for a ride on my magic carpet. It's a ride that could have taken us to new levels, new heights, new places and on top of a wonderful mountain.

Because of the change you see in me, a chance is lost in translation. Because of of the change in atmosphere, our potential magic ends. Because of the change I see in you, I realise sometimes magic carpet rides are best sometimes left for those who deserve them. Saved for someone who doesn't judge or forget about the magic and beauty in acceptance.

At the end of the end of the day, it's all in the eye and the heart of the beholder.

Written by Jeska Brewster on 11.3.2010 (c)

Gravity

I was walking aimlessly with my two feet on the floor when I realised I was waiting for an epiphany. Something to help me realise my purpose on this earth, something to assist me in realising my potential, something to help me keep breathing.

Having to remain grounded isn't always and easy task and sometimes I swear that I've defied gravity because I've started to float away, forgetting about consequence until it's too late. I need gravity in order to survive, its the one thing that reminds me that I am really roaming this planet like everybody else. My two feet will remain planted on the floor until next time, when i lose my inhibitions and forget that I'm searching for that epiphany.

Once I don't need gravity anymore, what happens to me then? I am still unsure about the secrets of life, and what the universe wants from me, but until then I belong to gravity because I need to.


Written by Jeska Brewster on 9.3.2010 (c)

Your Eyes. The Flame.

There's and honesty in your eyes that simply lights up my heart. It's like a match to a flame which has all of a sudden become ignited - it burns slowly and with grace.

That fire inside is one that seems eternal and unique - none can duplicate it's glory, none can mimic it's flame.

So softly it starts to rain, but your eyes are still being persistent in keeping the energy burning. So much power, so much fire, so much passion.

Your eyes possess more than the flame. Your eyes are the flame!


Written by Jeska Brewster on 18.2.2010 (c)

Rain Love

I lay in my bed listening to the rain falling on my roof. Such a brilliant sound - one that relaxes me. I'm reminded of a time when nothing else mattered and we were standing outside, kissing in the rain. Your lips were moist and droplets were falling from our face. We had wet hair and damp skin, but never had we looked so amazing. All I could sense was love in the air and energy that would have made anyone envious.

We called it our Rain Love.

I lay in my bed listening to the rain with the blanket wrapped around me. I'm reminded of a time when you gave me your coat in the rain to keep me warm and make me feel protected - which I did. A the rain came down, we stood under a tree staring into each others eyes. Our sweet embrace was a moment I shall never forget.

We called it our Rain Love.

I lay in my bed listening to the rain, every drop is a memory of what we once shared. I'm reminded of a time when we made sweet love in the rain and our bodies connected as one. every nerve inside of me tingled and we made love for what seemed like a lifetime.

We called it our Rain Love.

I lay in my bed listening to the rain and I'm reminded of the time you pushed me out of the way, so the car wouldn't hit me. I'm reminded of the sound of screeching and my scream as the car crushed into the only person I would ever want to make Rain Love with. The only person I really knew, and who knew me in return. I'm reminded of a time when there were flashing lights and your body was being covered by a white sheet. I'm reminded of a time when the rain inside of me stopped and the tears were falling down my face uncontrollably.

We called it our Rain Love.

I lay in my bed and the rain has stopped, but as I lay here alone, my memory of our Rain Love remains and my love you will never die. Forever I will continue to yearn what we once called our Rain Love.


Written by Jeska Brewster on 1/3/2010. (c)