I'm Going to Miss You

I know that time is passing away.

Each and every day

Before I know it,

You’ll be gone.

You’ll be far away.

It kills me inside to know that time won’t be kind.

And it kills me to know that there is no resolution for us.

I keep my mouth closed,

but I don’t want you to go.

It wouldn’t matter either way.

Asking you stay,

regret would make me pay.

Still all I want to do,

is hold on tight.

Forget the sorrows of coming tomorrows.

You’re here now but not for long.

I’m going to miss you.

I’ll really miss you.

Part of me fears,

the miles will be enough for you to forget me.

Please, don’t forget me.

I want to make you stay

But I can’t be that way.

You have some dreams to go chase.

All I ask of you,

is don’t let time and spaces drift us apart.

Always remember, I love you with all my heart.

In Love With Love

I have a friend,

obsession never ends.

She says she’s in love, in love again.

Every week, it’s a different guy.

Drags me along, because she wants to spy.

I don’t want to be rude,

but I roll my eyes.

Doesn’t she see, he’s just another guy?

She never gets to know them.

She doesn’t give them a chance.

She likes to play chase over and over again.

She’s all up, down, left and right.

She’s crazy.

Crazy.

If they try to resist,

she’ll put up a fight.

Once they give in,

she says goodbye.

She’s in love with being in love.

Too afraid to make something into more,

she closes each and every door.

She’s empty, without a clue.

She has no idea what’s going wrong.

So she keeps chasing, chasing another guy.

She better slow down, before it’s too late.

She says her heart hurts, that it’s going to break.

She doesn’t know a thing about being in love

but she’s crazy, crazy in love with love. 

Beauty

What is beauty?
Is it how skinny you are,
and how fat you aren't?
Is it the difference between
having a frizzy mess for hair
or a shiny mane?
Is it how much or how little make up
you wear?
Or is it something else,
something inside?
Is beauty that smile you make
when your best friend cracks you up?
Is it that feeling of strength deep within?
Is it the love you feel for your friends and family?
Beauty is your heart,
showing through on the outside
from within.


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There Is Nothing Wrong, My Love

It was just a gust of wind, my love.

I did not sigh.

There is nothing wrong, my love.

I would not lie.

Hello, Again!

Hello, I have been off blogging on Tumblr and somehow neglected to continue blogging on there as well as here. However, I am seriously back this time with brand new poems and prose to share with you guys. I am quite excited to be back to writing and back to being on blogger. Thanks for the read and look for my new posts!

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