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Mary Stanworth May 2012
Direct me …. I ask myself
My heart says yes
My brain says no
Oh why am I arguing with myself?
Weigh up the pros and cons
Think logically…..
But the heart cant do that
Ok think emotionally
That should solve it
But something doesn’t feel right
Oh why am I arguing with myself?
Why is making a decision so very hard
Caus my decision affects so many
Do I do selfish
Or do I do for the better good
My head is starting to hurt
Oh why oh why am I arguing with myself ?????
Mary Stanworth May 2012
Im walking through a field of daisies
Thinking of words unsaid
I feel the warmth of the day’s last sun
Thoughts float into my mind……
You loved me once, I think you forgot
But you walked away
No explanation and words unsaid
I wonder what you are doing
Are you thinking of me
Sigh…. I doubt it
You never really needed me
Should have realised in words that were unsaid
Forgot me as a person, no you say hi most days
Smiling I think fool, me not you
Still walking through a field of daises
Thinking of words unsaid ………
Mary Stanworth May 2012
I want….is a demand
I need ….is a desire
I want to talk
I need to talk
I want you to listen
I need you to listen
I want to be held
I need to be held
I want you to touch me
I need you to touch me
I want a kiss
I need a kiss
I think I have what I need, a desire
And I don’t want what I wanted
I’m working through the differences
Caus the need comes freely
The demand has a too high a cost  ……..
Mary Stanworth May 2012
A look, a breath, a smile, a touch
All glancing, fleeting,
Gone within seconds.
Or so I think…

A look, a breath, a smile, a touch
Heart pounding, ears drumming
Lasts a lifetime
Or so I think…

What I thought was something, was not
What I thought was not now is a maybe
Last for as long as it lasts
Or so I think….
Confused oh yes that’s me !!!
Mary Stanworth Apr 2012
Fickle is a thing called love
Its fleeting
Its brief
Its deep
Its passionate
Its lasts only a moment
Or lasts a lifetime
Or is it us that’s fickle with love
Self doubt
Confused thoughts
So many questions
So few answers
These last only a moment
Or can last a lifetime
Fickle is a thing called love
Or is it us that’s fickle with love ??
Mary Stanworth Apr 2012
Time will tell
A million thoughts
A million words
A million answers
But will they be what I search
Will the actions of another decide my fate

A million yes’s
A million no’s
A million I don’t know’s
Will they lead me on my search
Or will my actions decide my own fate.

Out of all these millions
My mind is confused
So many choices, so many decisions
That leads me on a boundless search
Will fate not listen to me or them
I think only time will tell……
Mary Stanworth Apr 2012
I try to figure out what love is all about
Sit and ponder, walk and wonder
And still no answer comes to me.

What I thought was love, was it really
What I thought was good, was it really
Caus  im left feeling empty and alone.

Was it something I said
Was it something I did
Caus  im left feeling low and confused.

Surely the answer is out there
Surely these questions should be answered
Caus no one should be left not knowing.

I try to figure out what love is all about
Sit and ponder, walk and wonder
And still no answer comes to me.........
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