Is it always going to be useless?Will she ever really understand?Has the truth been lost in the mist of misunderstanding?Tomorrow, she will get it.Tomorrow, she will get me.Tomorrow, she will know all.Tomorrow, I will not feel the futility.Until thenUntil that...
hope
You held my heart. I feel it was heavy on you. Maybe I shouldn't have started To tell you how I felt. But you shared with me. You cried for me. Then you were gone. Maybe I let you leave. ...
Turn back the clocks, forget mistakes,Your heart is torn, it cries again.Expect your life to catch some breaks,Just know that you can take the pain. Your life is yours to live or notBut choose the road less traveled now.Discover all...
Is it slipping away?Have I done it again,The same stupid mistakes?No answer to my pleas.No sign that she is there.It has happened before,This is not a new loss,But I have tried so hard.I was told I could trust.I was told...
With joy in my heart I started singingOf a friendship, unexpected, so bold,How to express the joy and fresh ringingThat resounds in all the halls of your soul.When you are the one someone wants to know,When you are the one...
In the garden, by the french doors, watching the path, Waiting for the one and only one who won't come. Life is a long, unending glimpse of the future Without her, with no exemption or resumption Of the love we shared, we...
Don’t Blame Me
"It's just the way I am"
Don't blame me if I forget, If I'm not there yet, I try to do the best with what I have So, give me a second chance,Let me enhance your life in the only way I know how And allow...
Walking along the beach Feeling the tears welling in my eyes, I think how good we are together And wondering what will happen now. See, today you brought your ex loveBack into your life. A person you told me That you have a history...
Waiting For Spring
"Sometimes, we all feel like a sentimental idiot. But we do feel..."
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Hard sunlight upon crystal snow,A frozen realm where love won't grow.Daffodil shoot in stasis now,A sleeping bulb, e'er green its brow.In witching hour, this...