Sunday, April 13, 2008

Lost Angel

You lost your angel;
she was ready to fly.

You loved and taught her right;
she learned her lessons well.

You were expecting to see her.
She was wanting to see you.

You are crying over that that never will be;
She is crying while she waits for you.

You want her to be back.
She wants to return.

You have her in your heart.
She loves being there.

You can’t wait to see her again;
She wants to be with you again.

You find that comforting;
She feels at peace.

You have a hole in your heart for she is gone;
She feels the ache in your heart.

You mourn your loss of your angel;
She mourns that she will never fly.


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Saturday, April 12, 2008

You Can

You can
Say it with a flower;
Say it with a gift;
Say it with a note;

You can
Say it with a gesture;
Say it with a sign;
Say it with a smile;

But to be special
Say the words:
Those 3 special words.
Just say them.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

Why?

Why do I miss you?

Why do I miss your laugh?

Why do I miss you your smile?

Why do I miss your playfullness?

Why do I miss your truthfullness

Why do I miss your absence from here?

It's because I love you.



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Thursday, April 10, 2008

No Regret

Intitial meeting, Liking, Dating,
Hanging out, Having fun
learning to enjoy each other

Then

Going too fast, Want to slow up,
Don't know how to say stop
or slow down, so we go further.

Then

Further than I feel comfortable
but I have no choice, but go on.
No way to get off.

Then

We draw close to each other.
Unexpectedly sharing love,
Where nothing was expected to be shared.

Then

Blame gets cast, where none exists.
Feelings of being used, like a piece of meat
Keep going around in my head.

Then

One day an epiphany.
We both wanted what we did,
So contentment replaces regret.

Then

Pain eases away.
Happiness settles in
For what was, was ok.



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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Off

Off

Off into the unknown;

waiting for the journey to begin;

a journey that has already begun.



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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

For All I Do (He grants his thanks)

I make his meals;
clean his clothes.

Buy his food;
take care of our baby;
(I wonder if he understands
half of her is his;)
If only I had a boy,
he would be happier.

He grants his thanks;
nary a nice word,
nor a surprise of flowers.

But that's not all I do:

I work two jobs,
and go to school part-time too.

If I ask him for help,
he tells me, it my job;

We argue, I give in
and do what I asked him to;

I'm so tired at the end of the day,
and crawl into bed for some needed sleep;
However, he wants, and I say no;
he whines and tells me
I am not being fair to him;

I give in and hope I haven't
forgotten my pill this morning;
After emptying himself into me,
he grunts thanks
and goes to sleep.

As I fall asleep, filled with him,
I wonder why
why am I so empty?



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Monday, April 7, 2008

Dreams Ended

Dreams of a lifetime suddenly ended.

Dreams of family are no more.

A lifetime cut short.

Family in tears.

I know you are in tears,

Even if they do not fall from your eyes.

What can I say to make you feel better?

To wipe away pain that will never really disappear?

I want to say something, but what can I say?

I can think of nothing to say.

Thoughts of your sibling exists only

as a statistic. They deserve better.

So I would like to listen to you.

Hear you talk about them.

So they are real to me.


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