I Need More

The below piece was written for a friend of mine. She was looking for the perfect song lyrics to say what she wanted, but we were not able to find anything exact.

 

I need more then you are giving me
And much more then you can say.
I need to have so much more of you-
Enough to make me stay.
I seek time where Love can find you-
And peace to keep me here.
I seek words to put to your actions-
I seek Faith to put out Fear.
Actions speak volumes though-
You won’t say the words.
My Heart was placed long ago-
And what you won’t say hurts.
You are so close now to losing me-
And there will be nothing left to do.
Then to turn around and walk away-
From the man I thought I knew.

 

-Tabitha Castillo

In My Eyes

In my eyes you are a man trying to better himself.
In my eyes you are so strong.
In these eyes your imperfections are the workings of God.
My eyes are not virtuous and they do not see well these days,
But in my eyes your uncertainties are unfounded.
I see the things you think you’ve failed at and –
Recognize just how much you’ve risen past it all!
My belief in you is unworldly –
Because you are a phoenix in my eyes!
Capable of rising beyond scorching flames.
You’ve been the hero in my eyes –
And I long to be the hero that saves you from your inner turmoil.
I am happiest when I am in your eyes –
And rejoice when you can be found in mine.
My eyes are not special –
They see nothing that another person would not see.
But my eyes read the volumes kept in yours
And know, that though my eyes can’t see the future –
I don’t need to see to know I want you in mine.
– Tabitha Castillo

Stone Cold Angel

Carved from stone by broken hands turned up towards Heaven.
Born of melted glass once hot with passion now cold and unforgiving.
Pedi stools are for masterpieces showing the vulnerability that this child does not permit himself.
God grant me the Love that I need to show him that each stroke,
Each curve and crack-
Is worthy of the greatest home.
Would that any other angel be as gloriously grounded-
Set with poor man’s treasures.
He has stood and braced many a storm-
Withered many a loss.
Together we make an unspeakable art.
An unmold-able-
Un-paint-able-
Priceless craft.
Art made people should foresee the beauty of the Earth.
He belongs to himself and yet stays with me.
Solid gifted embrace….
My stone cold angel.
– Tabitha Castillo

Captive

I found this sample of my high school writing among some of my old belongings. Thought that I would share it (This is one of two I found written on the same piece of notebook paper. Cute, huh?). 🙂

 

How you hold me tightly….
Helpless beneath your grasp.
Sometimes I feel you’re seeing-
The face behind the mask.

You hold me though unknowing.
I sigh beneath your grip.
I long to kiss the softness-
Of every grasping tip.

The waves of time keep sending
The message to my brain.
I feel the every movement-
Of what I can’t obtain.

With every waking moment
Of being close and near,
I shed the signs of happiness,
With every falling tear.

– Tabitha Castillo