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Rosie Wisniewski Nov 2011
Here I stand
Watching you watching me
On your finger there’s a wedding band
Guess she’s not what you need

So here I stand
Looking at my face in the mirror
I see the band in your hand
Do you even love her?

Do you see the pain I see in your eye?
Do you see it in mine?
I give what you pay for
It’s all just a big lie

Go back to your wife honey
I ain’t worth your time
Walkin down the hall, I hold my head with pride
What a girl does for money….but, oh, it ain’t me

When I get home I find dinner on the table
Little baby loves her mommy
She’s passed out on the couch
Her mommy carries her back to bed

Tucked in bed, I kiss her cheek
Keeping the tears back, afraid to be weak
I run the water and hop right in
The tears begin to flow, only then

Do people know what goes on?
Can you see it?
I come and I go but, I never truly leave
This was never what I wanted

There I see you again
This time, no wedding band
You tell me its wrong
I say I know
Pulling me close, kissing me
There all my pain seemed to go
There I let all my tears flow

You held me tight
Told me that I’d be alright
And here you are kissing my baby goodnight
Looks like, in my life, I finally did something right
Rosie Wisniewski Nov 2011
Home
There’s no place like home
What is home?
The place you grew up
A building filled with memories
Is home a town?
Or is it just simply a noun?
Home is neither town nor place
Home is a feeling
Home is that special feeling in your heart
That feeling of comfort
A warm safe place like that of a child in a mother’s arms
A lover’s embrace ending with a kiss that says it all
No, home is not a place
Home is where you are and where I will always be
Home is by the sea
The feeling of waves against pale skin
The sun licking the face with its warm gentle rays
With wind-blown hair
That is home
Curled up in bed with a warm blanket and a good book
Listening to soft music in the dim candlelight
That is home
Home is excitement riddled with comfort
Home is happiness
Home is love
Home is music
Home is yours
Home is theirs
Home is that one person that knows you better than you know yourself
Home is having a shoulder to cry on
A warm meal at the end of a long day
What is home?
Home just is.
Rosie Wisniewski Nov 2011
Not ideally planned
But under the circumstances
You’re with me and I am with you

And the life we thought we knew
Is slowly changing, too
Is it what we’re dreaming of?

You and I
We’re together
Me and you
Yeah its forever
Through the thick and the thin the young and the old
I’ll be with you through it all
Through the sickness and health I’ll be with you through it all

Day after day I just cannot wait
To see you
This feeling grows and it grows until it explodes
Inside my heart
Day after day I just sit here and wait to see you
Now tell me, darling
Is what we’re dreaming of?

You and I
We’re together
Me and you
Yeah its forever
Through the thick and the thin the young and the old
I’ll be with you through it all
Through the sickness and health I’ll be with you through it all

I’ll be loving you until the night is through
Inside your head
You make me feel a way I’ve never felt before
I’ve never felt you before
You’re the one I’m dreamin of
The only one I’m thinking of

I’m thinkin about
You and I
Together
Me and you
Yeah, forever

You and I
We’re together
Me and you
Yeah its forever
Through the thick and the thin the young and the old
I’ll be with you through it all
Through the sickness and health I’ll be with you through it all
I’ll be with you through it all
Rosie Wisniewski Nov 2011
Like the moon sitting high in the sky
Your beauty does shine
Like the sun shining bringing a new day
Your warmth radiates through me
With every breath I take
And every move you make
I know you are mine

Like the moon and the tides
It’s like you and I
One without the other
Would make anyone shudder
Our hearts are intertwined
Our love aging like fine wine
Without a doubt I know you are mine

And the tides they will shift
But every day will still seem like a gift
And I know we will cry
But I’ll always be by your side
So here’s to love, my dear
Here’s to love without a fear
Without a fear, for you are mine

With you by my side
Anything could be mine
My love, can’t you see
Forever we will be
Here’s to love, my dear
Love without a fear
For you are forever mine
Rosie Wisniewski Nov 2011
It’s been five weeks since you’ve left me here
Stranded and bound by my own fear
Now, honey, I know you meant no harm
But, look at what you’ve done to me now

Oh, look at what you’ve done to me
I’m hurt and I’m cryin and I’m just tryin
To get back home to you
But, baby, it’s so hard when you push and I pull
We can’t seem to get anywhere, No
I can’t seem to get out of here

Cause I’m stuck in this place
Left without a trace of you
I’m locked inside my world
Can’t seem to find the key
Help me out
Someone please just help me out of here
…just help me out of here

My dear, I love you
But, I should have known
That our love was like an hourglass tipped on its side
Not flowing or growing or coming or going
Just there, and how boring is that
Baby, oh now I want more

I gave and I gave till I was breaking
It was always me, the one who was caving
And every time I cried you told me that it’d “be okay”
Well, it’s not okay
Rosie Wisniewski Nov 2011
There isn’t a second that goes by where I don’t miss you
There isn’t a minute that goes by without me wanting to kiss you
You fill my thoughts and make me smile
You appear in my wildest dreams
There isn’t a day that goes by without the longing for your touch
The miles that part us, forever going, forever long
The time that separates does nothing to help this empty ache
I lay awake at night and cry in despair
For every day that goes by, I am here and you are there
I fear it will always be this way
A day at a time I take it
There is no other way
I could dream about the future and reminisce on the past
But either way I slice it, it leaves me rather sad
The future brings me hope and I close my eyes and dream
But, then once I open my eyes, I am left with no one there
I have seen you in the past that is true
But, when I look upon those days it just deepens my remorse
So what shall I do?
I shall wait for you
I shall cry my tears and vent my pain
I do this in hope that our time will come again
Rosie Wisniewski Nov 2011
I was eight years old the day you left me
It was early in the morning, I didn’t know a thing
I remember the lights, oh so bright
They were flashing in my eyes as they came
They came and took you away

You were my best friend; I’ll say it till the end
Up until that day you were my life
We’d talk and laugh and we’d cry
Oh, I was young
And I never thought the day would come

I saw you in that hospital bed
Even though they say it was impossible
I swear you opened your eyes to look at me
But, I was so young, who knows?
It could have just been me

Life moved on after that
A lot was lost but, no one knew
Just how much was gone for me
I cried and I cried, I still do sometimes
There are some things that time won’t mend

Now I’m 18 years old, thinking back
I’ll never forget the times we’ve had
The good and the bad, it was all true
We were thick as thieves and still are
Because I know you’re still here with me

I struggle to hear your voice these days
I can’t remember how it sounds
It hurts like a knife in the heart
Though I can’t remember your words
It doesn’t change how much you mean to me

It’s been such a long time
And I’m not that eight year old girl anymore
Still I know when I’m sad and down
I’ll just look up into the clouds and see you smiling down
And I’ll smile back and know, for now, that it’s going to be okay
For those of you who don't know, Buscia means "Grandmother" in Polish.  Buscia died when I was seven, in 1999.  She was my best friend and this poem is about her.  It is very near and dear to my heart.  I wrote it last year.
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