I almost fell in love but I took it buried it with my pen.
Tried to promise to not let it surface again.
My brain forced my logic to creep in.
I just dived back into paper with pen.
I wanted to watch your beauty its like a rainbow.
I reminded myself one day it would turn to winter cold ice and snow.
You walked by me close enough for me to feel the
warm beauty in your shadow.
I told myself it wasn't what could comfort my tomorrow.
You became my beautiful songful muse.
I realized that began to leave me feeling a bit confused.
Bubbles forced themselves out from my harmony they sparkled
they did rise.
To you it was no surprise.
Those bubbles left colorful tears in my eyes.
I begged mercy to keep away any kind of calamity.
Fight away the passions that dazzle to drown me.
Trying to break free..
stringed like kisses planted all over me.
Trying to break free as you  decided to secrete from me.
Advance from the tracks you left all over my body and its
memory.
Maybe it was all a state of my unnecessary reclines.
Now seeing our lengthy messages and unsent replies.
Dreaming about weird unsorted things.
Recalling bells with no rings.
Giving freely inconsiderately of me.
Almost I almost walked away from me..
Things deserved that are best for me.
I remembered I could cope.
Wait on what's good for me, I remembered there's always Hope.

By SelinaSharday S.A.M All Rights Reserved 2019

I'll call you back..
Nope..im..goin to the beach..
watch the waves collide at my feet..
Feel those caressing moon tides as they pull at me..
almost taking control..
Makes me feel dizzy that kinda dizzy we enjoy..
Nope I'll be away on the bay..You'll what?.. You'll call me bac
I ain't feelin that.
I'll be caressing sweet sandy candy canes..
As sugar treats call my name..
Can't sit and wait on your returned call
It'll chase away my flow for the winds call..
I'll call you bac...
I'll answer it If I..
am feelin like crashing a high.
From my beaches dramatic sigh...
Allow a misty tear to part my eye..
umm hold on go on Do yo own thang..
I wanna run and catch a ball
Even if I trip on this beach sand and fall.
wow you'll call me back
I aint feelin that.
Wow I'm away enjoying this moment of expressing it all.
Wow..left my call on hold.
yah take me for a fool how bold.
Wait hold that call..wow.
Ignoring that returning call I'ma bow.
At the beach enjoying it all now.
Lolzz my writers Gears are On..plow plow..
Pack up and come along or I'ma leave  yah sayin wow.
I aint feelin that..
you ain't got to call me back.
by selinaSharday

That means there's a problem..
There's a problemo.. knockin at your door...
Problems.. and mo problems
and your not good at solving them..
Or some one don't want them solved.
And/Or somebody tried..
And/Or somebody has lied..
And/or issues have been
allowed to slip and slide..
And drama has come along for the ride.
Someone with you had taken a chance
On Your love and on you and their romance.
And now you don't want to stay for the dance.
Someone took a risk..
And now its come down to this..
Separated twist.
How are you opting to fix it..
Its worth it.. Or is it.
What you do.
Will tell us a lot about you.
Separated. "its complicated'. Ex rated.. notated..
Kindly stated.. You ready now.
To make it even more complicated..
Your offering yourself for friendships.
Things to sink awaited ships.
Losing rings.. Coated and dipped..
I can not risk, the fellowship. A friendship..
Fix it fix it..
Until then don't add to the mix.
Until you can say single.
Divorced ready to mingle..
So The Word Separated..
Is Kindly Notated.
@Complicated

by selinasharday_H.E.RPoetry ..s.a.m 2019

Poetry
Hasn't
Poetry hasn't seen me since, I can't even recall when.
Its been wondering when, I'll pick up pad and pen.

It has six
ways it can fix.
Poetry has broken tears.
Emotions held back for years.
Poetry has many funny bones.
It just needs a poet to laugh with it On and On.
Oh poetry
It's been hiding holding back its delivery.
Hearty Poetic Bone.
Poetic Highs and it's lows.
It's been hiding it's hidden sorrows.
Without a Poet  no one would see out side of the window.
No birds would go where others simply will not follow.
Knowing the secrets of conceived mysteries that flows.
Telling stories of what I see of poetic pearls.
Gifting words filled with verbs.
Poetry tickles. Lifting all that's fickle.
Poetry wants us to come back.
Writing soulful lyrics mostly telling facts.