why do you do this to me?
you leave me no choice can't you see?
morning till evening i worry
till evening till night that you will forget me
after you take care of me
after you show me the way to walk free.
i am learning, to the lock you showed me the key
it is hard for me still you bring me glee.
time i keep my trust in you not for me but for "we"
until then my angel please wait for me!
in times time is the only answer
brings us peace and brings us the key
I'm writing about you again
My strange stranger
You visit me in my dreams
but I can't see your face
You have such strong arms
To wrap around me
They comfort and protect
You are at least a head taller than me
Enough so to rest your chin on my head
There is warmth and trust, so much trust
I curl into you
You are my best friend and partner
Doubt never creeps
I can't explain it
You smell of clean laundry and something familiar
You say I smell like vanilla
As you run your fingers through my hair
You stare with loving eyes.
They are never the same color.
Sometimes a blue so deep I could swim in them
sometimes a green so vibrant I can't help but stare
Your hair never stays the same either.
Sometimes its dark, sometimes its blonde
But always so thick and soft
I yearn for you
My heart aches
So much so that I want to cry
I wish you were in my life already
But one minute I'm ready and another I'm not
I'm sorry if I keep you waiting,
But please know, I'm on my way
And I hope you are too
Please be patient and wait,
Wait for me...
I hope that your heart doesn't belong to another
But if it does, It can only lead you to me,
A better person than before.
Mine is still new and I can't wait to give it you
And I hope you are the only one I give it to.
Just a dream I had about waiting for the right one.
daddy long legs, too
I can't keep up with you
wait for me
don't you see
always feeling in a hurry
so many...so much
you write too fast
it's like walk-running
in the past
I lag behind it's true
slow down, wait for me
I can't keep up!
I can't keep up with you!
I know I likely miss a lot of real gems but oh lordy! it is hard to keep up. I still have short legs and walk fast :-)
I’m working on saying what I feel
when I feel it
rather than when it’s too late
the harm’s already been caused
and the ones I love
are already gone.
I’m working on admitting to hurt
that others ground into me
rather taking it over and over again
while you can’t know what’s wrong
or ever notice your simple misuse
of word and clause.
I’m working on being proud
of galaxies I have to offer
rather than holding in ideas
and little pieces of myself
that weren’t meant to be pushed
so far from everything
just sitting on a shelf.
I’m working on it, I promise,
but for now I’ll give you this
so you will know to hold on
don’t give up
on what I can be.
For all that's wrong,
wait for me.
Please don't give up on me yet,
there are bite marks under my skin
and I just need time.
Feedback? It still feels like a rough draft.
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