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Little flower
I consider you closely
And admire your beauty
You are a little miracle
Your colors and fine lines
Every little bit of perfection
In your creation
Leaves me awestruck
I'm glad I took the time
To find you and appreciate you
You represent hope and determination
You are my little flower
As the sun causes you to grow
Your simplistic beauty inspires me to grow as well
The rain has come and soaked me to the bone
Set me out to dry so I can get along
Should the clouds turn against me again
I'll be alright because I'll still be alive
Whether it's thunder or lightning
Rain or snow
If I get to my bed at the end of the night
Everything is going to be alright
If a storm cloud follows me around
An umbrella will become my best friend
I won't be caught unprepared again
Things aren't always inclement
Knowing that the sunshine will eventually come back
Is what keeps me going
My hunger for recipricated love
Had left me starving
I was famished because I had been left without
Too much at once could **** me
I had to take it slow
So unfamiliar to me
I couldn't even remember how to do it properly
Out of place
Out of mind
Out of patience
Out of time
Wondering if this circus will ever end
Keep on giving
Never receiving
I'm setting a trend
All I want
Is to get what I give
Sobriety was easy
When I was broke
When I had money
It became a joke

Fighting my own battles
Living my own personal hell
All the while trying not to hit the bottom
By hitting the bottle
Every sip and drink became a punishment
For all past wrongs wronged
Self forgiveness is for what I longed

The sadness and loneliness was quite unbearable at times
How many wake-up calls would I get?
How many wake ups did I have left?
The best had yet to come and I was squandering it

Drinking my sorrows away at the bottle of a bottle
Was doing nothing but creating more problems
I couldn't fight it

What was done is done
I was no longer forever young
It was time to make things right
This is why I write
The walls we build up around ourselves
With intentions of protecting us
Inadvertently imprison us
Made wary by our own cautions
Afraid to take chances
Never letting anyone in
And never getting out
We have locked ourselves in and away
Our own fears have swallowed the key
With this type of thinking
We will never be free
Kiss me
And take my mind away from here
Each kiss was an escape
A break from reality

Kiss me
And take my heart on vacation
Teach me how to forget
There has ever been pain

Kiss me
And tell me with your lips
What it means to touch
A wish on a star's tips

A kiss from you
Was nothing short of a rescue
The light they shown upon my path
Delivered me home

© Nathan Pival 2016
As the past slips in
I remember
Sometimes the smallest things
Trigger a cascade of memories
And I remember you
As the past pulls me back
I wonder how I ended up here
Like reading chapters of a book
To not understand how you managed to end up on page 53
Is kind of how I wonder what ever happened between you and me
As the past teaches me lessons
I learn to look back
Just as I look side to side
Before I cross the street
So I remember what obstacles
Tripped me up before
I know this time
To walk a little more carefully
As the past broke my heart
I'm still not fully broken
The future holds a chance at a new start
While it rains
We sit in a window
Looking out waiting for it to stop
Our life goes into a limbo

All this precious time in our lives
We waste on waiting
For something or someone
To happen

We wait for the light turn green
For our laundry to be done
We wait for the over to preheat
Or for reciprocated love

This limbo we live in while we wait
Gives us nothing but grey hairs
As our precious time slips away

Patience is a virtue
When it comes to the right things worth waiting on
But how much time is wasted in that limbo
On things that aren't worth the wait?

It's a fine line
Deciding when it's appropriate to wait
But it's not worth it when we put our lives on hold
With or without patience
We grow old

In the end
We all have an end
How many of your pages are filled with words and events
Instead of ellipses (...) which is
The limbo we sit in while waiting

© Nathan Pival 2016
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