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 Jan 2016 Crysta Gingras
ryn
Shoes
 Jan 2016 Crysta Gingras
ryn
The shoes I bought
Are too big for me
But I love them
I love them dearly

I strapped them up tight
I redid the laces
Put on layers of socks
Crammed ***** of tissue to
fill the empty spaces

I submerged them in water
In a pail, to the bottom they'd sink
I left them in the sun
In the hopes that they'd shrink

I just wish that they'd peer through their eyelets
And see me for all I've done
I will not cease to fill the voids
And fulfil the love I've begun

The shoes I bought
They remain too big for me
But I still love them
I love them dearly
And of what of love, he asked
As he slid his fingers through my hair..
There was a special strength in his grip
And a certain passion in his stare..
But my body trembled and my heart raced
At the thought of loving him..
For if I allow myself to crumble to pieces here and now,
I may never recover again.
I imagine a couple, laying on a blanket in a peaceful scenery, dated back to the Renaissance era.
this little number
is for your sake
cause if you know
just how I feel
I won't have to fake
make no mistake
this is the quake
inside us both
if you hold me near
you can feel it too
you take away my blue
make me feel alive
anyways,
I think I love you
I am but a creep in shadows living
Plagued by sorrows caused yet still forgiven
I'd like to stop yet I keep breathing
A life desired that's worth living

My insides hurt from troubles past
I'd like to think that the time elapsed
To move forward and its the last
Yet knowing self pain will be back

I could run and hide
Across rivers far and wide
But no matter how I tried
There'll still be feelings left inside
You have no idea,
How much it ******* hurt.
Breaking me I understand,
But our son?you treat like dirt.
You pass him off,
Like he never mattered.
Don't you know his emotions,
will end up raw and scattered?!
How can you do that,
To a one year old kid.
I'm the one to blame,
There's nothing that he did.
People like you,
Are the reason I can't trust.
The things you say you love,
Worth as much as dust.
U want to know why,
I do the things I do?
Because I'm terrified,
That everyone is like you.
You prey on the weak,
With sociopathic pride.
At least I can admit my flaws,
Because I don't need to hide.
I hope our lad grows up,
To see that I love him.
The only resemblance to you?
Athsetic in the skin.
There's no such thing as perfect,
Nor will there ever be.
But you'd come pretty close my dear,
Swinging from a tree.
I couldn't let you do it though,
I will tell you why.
Loss of parent bad or good,
Would make him want to die.
He'll always need his mother,
And see the good in you.
So straighten up and pull it out,
Give him something to look up to.
too late I found
that love and affection
frightened you so
Senryu
I want to
remain unsolved
remain a mystery...
One might be able to figure
some things out
about me
but not everything.
How could they
I do not share all
my innermost thoughts
or feelings.
Some things are to dark or
just too sacred to share
Besides....
Who doesn't want to
curl up with a good mystery
now and again.
This poem came about because someone recently told me I am a mystery... and I kinda like that :)
A beautiful women may never know.
Know how beautiful she is.
She's never been told she's beautiful.
Day by day her beauty goes unnoticed.
To see, and to be blind of her own beauty.
This shall happen no more.
I must let her know.
Let her know she's beautiful.
So she can see her beauty.
The beauty I see.
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