Wasted Kisses

Sitting alone in bed, late night thinking

I’ve grown quite accustom to my routine

Over analyzing- it’s what I do best.

What did I do? Where did I go wrong? Blah, blah, blah…and all that bull crap

In all my pondering I have come to a few conclusions

I liked your lips long before I knew your speech

I liked your looks long before I picked your pea -sized brain

I liked your eyes long before I saw your soul

And I liked the idea of having a man long before I had you

And there’ve been too many wasted miles on my odometer

Too many wasted minutes on my cell phone

Too many wasted glances from my eyes

Too many wasted nights in your arms

And too many wasted kisses from my lips to ever date you again

Thank you for making it so easy to say goodbye.

Words From Grandma

 I've been so busy, but I see you
I catch glimpses when I have time to
In life, I know how hard you try
and noone is prouder than I
You've grown so lively and becoming
wonders for you are still forthcoming
It's only a short time til you see my face
only a little while til we again embrace
it's not long before soon
we'll be in the same room
I can't wait to have a heart-to-heart
and catch up on what I've missed since we've been apart
It's not long after soon, but it's in some time
You've still some mountains to climb
just remember all of us at home are rooting for you
and at difficult times please see the grander view
we'll help as much as we are able
until we again feast at the same table
I can't wait til you are here at last
back in your home from the past
I'll walk you up the trail
that leads to our home beyond the veil

Peter-Pan

I fell for a lie that I know I’m better than

I trapped myself in a fake relationship that never even began

Instead of diving in, I should have ran

I idealized a romance with a boylike man

That didn’t even care to know who I really am

I overlooked so much in my dream-mode life span

To not even notice that I was never part of HIS future plan

I’m finally back from Never-Never Land –

and will remain the Wendy to this Peter-Pan.

Keep Lying

Lying to yourself is still a form of lying
your heart still knows for whom it's pining
You can tell yourself you're done and you're over him,
but when he becomes a part of your every whim
there's no use in stating you no longer care
cuz you're still a prisoner in your own pathetic lair
There are so many other guys that could better suit your needs
but your past keeps you tied to him, even by noxious weeds
The subconscious is not as stupid as you think
You gotta quench your thirst somehow, but he is not the drink
Finding someone new will be harder than hell,
but he is an empty well
and cannot fulfill your life, or even a small part
You cannot wait any longer for his heart

I Feel You

You're just around the corner, I feel you
I run to my window and wait for your homecoming
I wait like a toddler for his father, like a dog for its owner
I wait with an ear to ear smile and starry eyes
I'm like a giddy school-girl again
I can't wait to jump into your enveloping embrace
and just stay there for as long as you can stay
You're just around the corner- I feel you
The warmth that only you can bring me is locked in my mind
It gets me through life
The thought of you gets me through my winters
I'm ready to dive into you with no restraint, breathe in your scent, and bask in your greatness
Good things are worth waiting for, but the anticipation is driving me crazy
I'm cold and ready for you
You're just around the corner
I can wait, I must wait
I miss you- come to me soon

Just thinking

Thinking... with a pen is a dangerous combination
chiseling thoughts into words that will be seen for the rest of existence
etching brain-waves into phrases
whatever I wish to write
I could engineer a poem to be somebody's legacy or someone's demise
never to be erased
No longer thoughts, they become reality- truth on paper
an open epistle, epithet, or epitaph
whatever I chose
I could make or break you
Pray you dont get on my bad side

Charmer

So many ways to say what I yearn to say, yet I prefer to stay silent

Whether for fear of rejection or fear of acceptance, I fear I do not know

But fear is a factor that is paralyzing my outside and ripping my insides to shreds.

In the circus that is my life, I’m the tight rope walker hoping not to fall,

or the trapeze-girl hoping the boy will catch me when I let go of the swing.

In a perfect scenario he is the net or the boy on the other trapeze.

But I have already dubbed him the snake charmer, the lion tamer, the ring leader of my heart.

I have fallen in the past and am hoping that the third time’s the charm in falling for the charmer.

You’d think after two times of repairing the damages to my heart,

I’d learn to stay away from this boy.

For he is just a boy, but this boy is not ordinary.

He’s tamed this lioness, lulled the rattlesnake in me to sleep,

and performed his tricks to win my heart.

And somehow I fall for his charm every time he decides to come back around.

I’m just hoping this time will be different, but it will not differ unless I find the words to say.

I don’t have them yet- but just maybe when I find them-

they will change our roles and I will be the lion tamer and he the tight-rope walker.
Just gotta find the words to say

Before it’s too late