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Oct 2018
From just a face in a bus,
You've traveled through time.
I never saw it coming,
Where you could actually be mine...

Yesterday;
At first you were all that there was,
All I could think of, all I could see.
The one girl I thought, I felt, I knew,
Would make my life feel complete.

We grew older, we grew fonder,
Making memories out of thin air.
Meanwhile having you by my side,
Made the butterflies, too much to bear.

You made earth feel like heaven,
You lit a flame in my heart and soul.
Then my feelings for you took over,
I literally and voluntarily had no control.

Good times overcame the bad ones,
Even if the bad times I spent alone.
I just wouldn't learn I couldn't have you,
Next thing I knew, another bottle was gone.

Finally you were mine, and then you weren't,
It was too confusing for me handle.
So I mustered up the strength I needed,
To blow out the candle.

I moved on, I kept on walking,
But I guess my heart stayed in place.
Sometimes wondering, and dreaming,
Of the next time I'd see your face.

Today;
Just when I thought I had forgotten you,
My life had suddenly become a storm.
I was shocked, burned and paralyzed,
Asking, 'Where was this coming from? '

I was destroyed, almost defeated,
I was lost, and kicked to the ground.
Wondering 'How could this happen? '
While praying for me to be found.

Hard days and longer nights,
Was all that there was.
I felt stone-cold and distant,
Stuck in time as it would pass.

Back home, things would get better,
I'd move on and live the days away.
Little did I know I'd be rescued,
By that same face from yesterday.

Crazy how life is,
Out of the blue you appeared.
Ready for the challenge,
And your heart, you volunteered.

Although I may still be lost,
You've been showing me the way.
Held by your hand,
I've been getting through this day.

Tomorrow;
What will be will be,
Past tomorrow I'm not sure.
You've been making me hopeful,
That you may just be my cure.

It's a long bumpy road ahead,
With lots of turns and bends.
But your heart is strapped up and ready,
With its hope and the warm love it lends.

I may be broke, I may not function,
I may be too much to fix and repair.
I won't be disappointed, honestly,
If I hear a good luck and take care

But it all might just happen for a reason,
It all might go well.
I'm not counting myself out
I've come back from hell.

I'm not afraid of tomorrow,
For tomorrow may just be my day.
With you by my side...
All gold can stay.
Written by
Henry Nolan  25/M/Los Angeles
(25/M/Los Angeles)   
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