One day you'll
Walk in, to fill
My life with meaning;
And I will be in awe.

That's when I'll
Ask myself how
Did I exist without
Knowing you at all?

Never will I forget what you did to me,
With patience and love, you mended my wings.
You were ready to let me fly free,
But I knew my heart would only sink.

You gave me the gift of independence,
From my heavy and deeply rooted woes.
Life is wonderful, no longer am I broken,
I understand why you want to let me go.

But being with you, I learned a few things--
To love truly means not to love selfishly.
I wasn't meant for you, your mind repeats,
I'll fly away, but my heart is yours to keep.

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*Tell me what you’re thinking,
what you would like to read
Any thought that’s on your mind
you'd like my pen to bleed

I’ll write about the sunset,
an ocean by the shore
Or even write you one about
the band aid in my drawer

A poem of a flower
or a fashion magazine
A cat who rips your curtains
and the color tangerine

I’ll write about a lover,
the one who broke your heart
Or pen a little ditty bout
a car that wouldn’t start

I’ll write about the mountains,
a slowly flowing stream
A nightmare that your sister had
while you enjoyed a dream

I’ll write about a comet,
perhaps a shooting star
Something that is very near
or some place that is far

I’ll write about October
and write December too
Halloween or Christmas Eve
either one will do

I’ll write about a forest
that has so many trees
Or a tiny butterfly
just floating on the breeze

A poem on the weather
as rain falls from the skies
A perfect sunny morning
when you open up your eyes

I’ll spill some ink on darkness
as black as it can be
A monster swimming in the deep
beneath an angry sea

I’ll write about affection
those desires that you feel
Twilight with the one you love
and everything that’s real

A stanza of a bluebird,
so precious on the wing
Or even write a poem bout
a giant ball of string

Tell me what you’d like to read
and in a little while
I’ll write for you a poem
with the hopes to make you smile

So now I’ll sit here waiting
for what you might suggest
For you deserve a poem
because you are the very best

I wait, no more
Because you've crushed
My hope.
Your true intent,
Time has timely
Disclosed.

This game you've started
I'm playing
No more.
Now I'm leaving you,
For a new hope
To grow.