He Speaks to me with a Calla Lily

Calla Lily
High, up on the top floor of her apartment suite
She slowly counted the seconds, trying not to weep
While knowing that at any moment, her life could take a turn
But either way, she knew that it was just a lesson learned
As the seconds turned to minutes, the minutes were complete
The blood rushed to her head and she fell down to her knees
Tears filled her eyes, while turmoil consumed her mind
He slowly knelt beside her as they gazed at the “plus sign”
His heart began to race, but he quickly regained composure
Not knowing what to say, he could only think to hold her
In his face, he tried to hide it, but the doubt had surely grown
He wondered how he’d raise a child that was not his own
Not thinking of the reasons, not worrying about the pain
He knew that he would be there, and love them both the same
So hand in hand they stood, embraced by arms and chest
They decided not to let the rape decided what happened next

~Sublime_anarchy

He Speaks To Me
in the quiet moments he speaks to me
he is the strong, silent type
doesn’t really say much
doesn’t really need to
just as the flower that blooms
without making a sound
his mere presence speaks volumes
with his hands he fixes my broken heart
paints masterpieces over the cracked parts
with his shoulders he bears the weight of the world
and still manages to come home everyday lips up-curled
with a kiss for his favorite girl
with his eyes he sees our future together
our home, our kids, and everything we’ll do
and I believe him because I see it too
and in the silence when he speaks to me
beneath moonlit skies as the stars twinkle
and glisten in his eyes
I listen

~Tiarra