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 Oct 2014 Natalie Neo
Zella
Missing
 Oct 2014 Natalie Neo
Zella
I always feel
like there
is something
missing
until I realize
that it's me
who is missing.
 Oct 2014 Natalie Neo
Zella
Souls
 Oct 2014 Natalie Neo
Zella
I wanted to believe
that our love
was more
than just those
three words
i wanted to believe
that
our souls
were meant for
each other.
 Oct 2014 Natalie Neo
Zella
Untitled
 Oct 2014 Natalie Neo
Zella
I see you
in my dreams
every night
and I wish
they werent dreams.
Could you push me into the river
Make me soaking wet, and, sicker
Could you push my swing
But never let go, to make me forever cling

Could you push me into your limelight
Then remove hollow faces out of sight
Could you push my door
Let me see, at the end of this ocean is a shore

Could you push me out of my seat
Have me see a better view of the old creek
Could you push my words into this paper
Drive me down, to find out what is truly deeper

Let me lean on your star
Because I stopped pushing myself afar
Pull me in with gravity
Because I have no more vines of duty

                                
              
                                                       *-Push someone's swing before it gets rusted
sometimes I feel
faceless and nameless,
just a cog in the machine.

I live in a capitalist society
that constantly reminds me
that my value depends on the
accumulation of wealth

all I know is what
I learned through experience
that I have been named
by a loving Creator
that loved me
even when I was praying to die
everyday

my wealth lies in the freedom
I feel living spiritual principles
and real connections I have today

today, I have been given the
ability to be grateful,
which was something I could
never be on my own
Sometime I feel lost in the daily grind of living in a world if production and consumption.
When I think of you...
I think of the hugs we embraced,
and the kisses we shared.
The whispered vows of love.

When I think of you...
I think of your innocent gaze and charming smile.
I think of your laughter,
how I haven't heard it in awhile.
And I start to miss you...

But...

When I think of you...
I think of the times I needed you around,
and repeatedly you let me down.

When I think of you...
I think of how I became a convenience,
a companion, and not a commitment.

When I think of you...
I think of how we quarreled,
the hurtful words that were spouted,
the pools of tears that were shed.

I think of how I've never known,
how it's like to be with someone,
but feel like I'm alone.

When I think of you, I sigh...
Because this I know,
that it was right to let you go.
I'm not someone to ask for gifts,
or pester for calls or texts.
I'm not someone to ask for more time together,
or request you send me home.

I'm not someone to ask for hugs or kisses,
or ask for flowers and roses.
I'm not someone who would ask you to plan a date,
or request that you call me when I'm sick.

I'm someone who wishes for all these but never asks.
And maybe I'm weird this way...
But I felt, if I had to ask,
sincerity and meaning would be lost anyways.
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