I waited for the palm tree to grow tall
So, I could climb.

Soon I am up the tree and jumping into the clouds
Breathing the air,
Smelling the salt from the ocean below.
I feel the weightless cloud holding me up.
Today I will float on its resting rain.

But for now, I try to imagine what
I look like to the birds soaring high,
My watch shimmering through the white mist.

How she stood there,
the microphone in her hand
projected her voice far.

The podium stood tall with
shining wood that glimmered
in the sun. Her beaming voice.

Speaking loud put the crowd in awe:
the echo of her voice jumping
between the people.

How she walked away
when the crowd cheered
loudly. That applause.

help me

I miss him

its hard

its painful

I just want to open my valentines day card

"Wait until the 14th, I will miss you."

last moments

last words

I cry

I try

I smile

it will be a while

I need him to come home

I can't even call him on the phone

he is now in Wisconsin

Getting himself straight

Now I have to sit here... and just wait

I have no way to reach my love

All of this is just too tough

10 weeks until I get to hear from him

Pictures of us strung on my wall

He is so handsome... he doesn't have to be tall

What we are going through, will be our journey

I constantly tell myself "Do not worry!"

"Will it be the same?" racing through my head

It has to be. Atlas we aren't wed

I miss his gorgeous smile

Now I have to wait a long while

We love old Disney movies, nicotine, and soccer

If I hear from him before 10 weeks, it will be a shocker

My true love, and my life

His jawline... sharper than any knife

I love how he is Thai

If he never left I would never cry

My regret of not making the most of every moment lies within

He would always look me in the eye and softly touch my chin

I miss his smell

The one I now can not recall very well

I miss his unique face

The one that none of the stars in the galaxy could ever replace

I want to scream so loud

But his choice to go Makes me so EXTRAORDINARILY proud

Acceptance was what she was after
Fake faces were her only friends
She knew judgment like the back of her hand
And could sense gossip as it whispered behind her
When she cried, she filled with emptiness
And when she stopped to think, she knew she could do better

Running my fingers through his silky dark hair
I notice his eyes
His eyes that whisper love
His eyes that hold secrets I can keep
His eyes that are hiding something I don’t know
His sorry, loving eyes
That make me forgive him no matter what he does

His eyes.
I was focused on them.
His big, brown, beautiful eyes
They whispered secrets that I didn’t understand, but I was capable of keeping them.
When they blinked, mine blinked.
When they smiled, I smiled.
When they scorned, I sank.
His soft eyes told me what I needed to know.
Even when I don’t know what they told me.
His eyes may be brown, but I see them shining bright every day.