you said you loved me,
a single lilac among others.
prettier, you said.
sweeter, softer.
you loved my delicacy,
sense of solitude,
my endearing growth.
however,
sprouts whither,
and I find
myself asking
why must you
always turn back
to smell
the roses.

I always thought I would find the perfect man.
That growing up I'd have security with a job.
It was untrue.

I always thought siblings were meant to get along.
That I would become older to understand life.
It was not true.

I always thought having a house
and money would bring happiness.
That being a good person meant always saying "yes."
It was untrue.

Now I know that no one's perfect.
Security comes from connecting to love.
Siblings aid in teaching lessons.
Life can't be understood until death.
Happiness comes from living in the heart.
And saying "NO" is an honoring gift to self






StarBG © 2017

It seems like i won't be able
to tell you the truth,
so I'm writing a letter
that I'll never send...
Stupid, right?

I guess I'm just scared
of my own feelings;
and it's not even that bad,
but i worry about your response

I'm going to confess something
because, as i said,
you won't read this and,
if you don't know about it,
I can be sure
you'll never tell a soul

I've been giving too many hugs lately...
My friends and family are surprised,
but they just take it
as a sign of love

I wish they weren't wrong,
trust me, i do;
sadly, they are

I embrace everyone around me,
even more than i did before,
because I've been trying
to replace your arms,
though I discovered that
it can't be done

Nobody's hugs
will feel as cozy as yours
and the thing is,
I think it's only
because i don't want them to

Actually, i don't wanna be hugged,
looked at, or kissed
if I'm not hugged,
looked at and kissed
by you

The worst part is
that i miss you 24/7
and i can do nothing about it

How could i,
when i keep thinking about you
as the boy who's too good
to me?

So here's what I'm gonna do:
I can't say all of that
to you directly,
I'm an idiot and I'm afraid,
but if you ever read this,
I promise I won't deny
the fact that your name
is hidden behind
all these words

The light had gone from this woman
Her days now became lonely and dark
She would go to the shoreline
To repair what had been torn apart
She would shout out to the shoreline
O please bring me a new light, a new moon
I am tired of feeling lonely and dark
Will you please bring it to me soon
Just like that the gilded clouds did part
to reveal to her a new moon
Time for this woman to have light again
Time for her to be swooned
This new moon was most welcoming
with his arms open wide
Lit up this beautiful woman again
and brought out the pearl we knew was inside