maybe it's not time right now,
but that's just for now.

i know the day will come,
i know this is right.

but for now honey,
i'll wait and i'll grow with you.

i'll get to know your heart,
while the distance pulls us apart.

for now,
it's just for now.

someday i'll be with you,
but that's not now.
and that's okay.
because that's just for now.

Virgins define their shelves,
Are they left on the shelves?
No, virgins are doing for themselves!

Assisting
Varieties
Of
Invalidation
Dancing
Around
Non
Compelling
Existence

You shut the door
reach the fingertips
taking all
as you always do

Here I stand
trembling
waiting
as I always do

and always will

never it crossed my mind

that I'll ever have a feeling for you.

but yet, you crossed a line you

didn't realize.

I was in love with you

with all the time you kept saying,

"I want someone to love."

But yet you didn't realize,

there's someone in front of you

dying for you to see her heart.

Amidst the dark night under the noble scape of stars
Her perfectly kohled eyes of all the puckered scars
The ineffable mysteries of sadness, pain, and rage
Her deepest thoughts run wild on an endless blank page

She is not a dictionary of adjectives
Nor the amalgam of derivatives
She's a simple girl who locked her fears in poetry
As she puts the language of verse into a plethora of creativity

Writing poems is her way of spending pastime
As the giggling laughter of passing rivulet continue for she doesn't know pantomime
Nobody is perfect, so never mind intrigue and ridicule
She's not an epitome but a congeries of atom and molecule

She let her soul speak through words
From the darkest crevices of her mind
She puts sadness like a garment
Into beautifully written lines

Just like the larkspurs, she'll bloom again
For she's not easy to decipher from her red-ink smearing pen
Like a puzzle that lost its significant piece
Everything she writes, a magnum opus, a masterpiece.