Tonight I took a walk through my past.
In the pictures, I was smiling,
Even though I don't remember being happy
Selfies with my cat
Lipton green tea
And a smile.
I remember playing piano everyday.
I remember how I loved it.
I remember how much I loved her,
How she made me smile by simply saying my name.
And how happy she made me by just existing.
Then I lost her.
Along with my smile.
the opening fold of sunlight
dawns with delight
o'er the bush land
tis a scene grand
bright rays of radiance do beam
on hills and stream
shining of glints
lovely the tints
the sun doth light up the countryside
with its preside
dazzling of sight
is its highlight
this girl is the perfect tomorrow
the better thoughts of yesterday
the soft spot that's right
between day and night
highlight of the mystery
she is the tapping into time
which brings about the here and now
she is what is felt by most
that never let go
she is all that is allowed
she is both the salt and sweet
the need, wanting desire
the whisper of the truth
when it grabs hold of you
the center of the fire
she is the late into the day
the slight hint that's on the breeze
the meaning in sound
when no ones around
highlight of the mystery
These threads though old will tie a knot,
Fed by forces of the immaculate life,
Floating upon a lake that’s golden,
So here I lay unfolding leaves of worth,
Though blind before I gained my sight,
Beneath me dim, above me light,
Forcing my breath when it’s a natural function,
I’ve pondered the realms of nevermore,
I can’t resist those constant thoughts that lay within, beneath my skin,
But here I choose to rise again, break free these chains and float, or swim.
"These threads were broken long ago,
Torn by the maniacal claws of death,
Left to drift in the sea of crimson,
Fading from my vision upon the cliffs edge,
I make that leap after my scattered remains,
Trying to swim but darkness’ grasp pulls me under,
Distorted figures of happiness and sadness float by,
I can’t resist I must give in and wait to find what lays beneath,
Theses anchors are left to drag me down, until I reach my ocean bed." - L.P.
I don't want to hear the words
"You are apart of us"
Leave your lips ever again
Please just stop trying to pretend
I'll never be apart of the duo
Because this love isn't meant for a trio
Don't try not to hurt my feelings
Just tell me like it is
You are fond of me I know
It just won't ever be like her
Don't beat yourself up
I'm not meant to hold your hands
You have each other
I can find my own way tonight
You tell me I'm apart of you
But everyone can see it isn't true
When the topic best friend is spotlight
She is the only highlight
I guess I'm just not made for friends these days
But I'll stick around and watch over you
As if that's what I'm meant to do
Sally was good
she told me she would be, she pleased me
I liked her,
but we were going nowhere
I said so,she said,
'I thought so'
and we parted
not brokenhearted but as friends.
The means to an end doesn't mean the end of a friend,we're not mean and we've seen each other frequently,there's some degree of piquancy and only we can see,
what was and could never be.
Sally was good.