Am I supposed to write a silly little love poem when I feel like this?
Are the words just meant to flow from my fingers to form a rhythmical melody of praise?
I don’t think so…
Not when I feel like this…
I’m torn between two worlds;
One light and inspiring where I’m floating on a cloud.
Where your smile ignites a fire in my heart,
Where your eyes are the fountain of youth,
The birthplace of hope and desire…
That’s when my world changes;
When I want to hide under a rock,
When I realize that my dream of us will crash,
Because plain ordinary me, with my frizzy hair, thunder thighs and freckles
Know that I am not enough.
I’m standing at a crossroad,
Terrified to make a decision.
I could forget you, shut you out, silence my heart and numb my mind…
Or, even worse, I could take the risk…
But what if I AM enough? What then?
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
Am I supposed to write a silly little love poem when I feel like this?
Are the words just meant to flow from my fingers to form a rhythmical melody of praise?
I don’t think so…
Not when I feel like this…
I’m torn between two worlds;
One light and inspiring where I’m floating on a cloud.
Where your smile ignites a fire in my heart,
Where your eyes are the fountain of youth,
The birthplace of hope and desire…
That’s when my world changes;
When I want to hide under a rock,
When I realize that my dream of us will crash,
Because plain ordinary me, with my frizzy hair, thunder thighs and freckles
Know that I am not enough.
I’m standing at a crossroad,
Terrified to make a decision.
I could forget you, shut you out, silence my heart and numb my mind…
Or, even worse, I could take the risk…
But what if I AM enough? What then?
Written 1 May 2009
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