Love is no abstract thing defined by the constraints of the clock.
Gaining meaning with time.
Gaining power with days.
Gaining strength in years.

Love is no fashion trend or folly of the bored.
It is not cool.
It is not a hobby.
It is not a “just because.”

It is the soft whisper of breath that sends shivers down the spine;
Warmth to the soul.
It dances on skin
Like a child tiptoeing through a meadow.

It is the joy that accompanies the moments apart.
The feeling of peace.
The sudden grin.
The daydream of bliss.

Love should be measured in beautiful moments.
In kisses.
In smiles.
In happiness.

I love you, these three little words are the words you say to mean
but is that really what you mean?
Again you say those three little words and again I wonder if it is true.
You see it is not fair to do this but, I just wonder if you even know what those three little words mean.
So just stop and think, is this real or make believe?
At night I say this to you and there is no return but silence.
This all seems so fake, just look me in the eye and just once return those three little words that can mean oh so very much!

Waiting for your life to begin

Waiting for your team to win


Waiting for the bus to arrive

Waiting for your kid to strive


Waiting for the rain to pass

Waiting for the bell after class


Waiting for the job of your dream

Waiting for things to become what they seem


Waiting for inspiration to come

Waiting to become rich and then some


Waiting for a person to change

Waiting for motion to become a range


Waiting for a bad mood to disappear

Waiting for your head to clear


Waiting for your boss to see your worth

Waiting for heaven on earth


Waiting for what is your due

Waiting for a cue


Waiting for someone to understand

Waiting for your enemies to be banned


Waiting for the world to get better

Waiting for that liberating letter


Waiting for something that will never come

Waiting for things to become undone


Waiting for wisdom to teach you

that waiting is just loosing time to get through

Recurrence
And again
You say those words
Evanescent
Now but then
You’re still my world

Repetitions
Ev’rything
It’s still cliché
No permissions
We are nothing
‘Till end of days

No warnings
Heard again
It’s deafening
Stay smiling
Just stay sane
Keep listening

Now explain
What you feel
Before breaking
‘Bout your pain
How you deal
She’s ignoring

How pathetic
Ordinary
Yet it seems
We’re still static
Arbitrary
Lies and whims

Sometimes I need to put a table on my head
And think back to childhood
And cry all alone under a blanket
The world is full of terrors
Darkness knows no bounds
I wish it would all go away
But the tears feel
so good to be alive
So good to not feel nothing
What had happened?
When did everything fall away?
Dont tell me my love isnt real.
Sacred in my solitude
Maybe you just dont know
Havent learned how to feel this good
Maybe I havent been able to hold onto    
It
Maybes thats where my dreams went
But there is more than that
So long I tried to run
Because like nothing else love is scary and it hurts

More than anything
Heart           r
   end
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So now here I am
Alone again
Wishing I held you
There is this ache within me
That longs to hold you again
And its that which keeps me up all night
Although I guess the coffee helps

After Seven,
She stands at her stall,
Glass Case.
Scarlet strobe.
******* clad, she practices
The oldest profession,
Scant consolation.

A Smile, A Tap, A wink.
“Come in, I’ll show you
A Good Time.”

After dawn,
No leading lights,
Lying alone,
She watches television.
No good news in Libya.
An assortement of literature on
Her coffee table;
Cooking manuals, How-To guides,
No Austen, No Wolfe, No Bronte,
Just an illusion.

I'm just a girl sitting and waiting for something to happen, though I know it never will.  I'm doomed to be alone forever waiting, forever wanting, forever hoping for something much more than this, than now.  I'm afraid of change though change is something no one can escape, as time goes on, as time sometimes seices to exist.  Things can Never stay the same not even for a second in time, because in that moment your that much older, closer to that second when you take your last breat, your Final breath.  And then no more sitting and waiting for something your sure will never come.

                   By: Cashley Lenard