we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

You’re almost there
You’re almost pretty enough
Almost funny enough
Almost lovable enough
But
Not quite
Keep working
Keep selling your soul
Keep running till you can’t stand
And maybe
Just maybe
You’ll get there

Almost

faultless picture of a girl
behind a flower as she twirls
strands of hair fall on her cheeks
she sees me staring as time ticks

as the light from the sky gleams
her beauty of inside also beams
how come there is an odd connection
from faultless girl of perfection

Sometimes you're a poet

Sometimes you're just
hammered and wailing

Sometimes
you're funny

Sometimes I can't tell

Which I like
Best



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

A most debated question;
Why is there something,
Rather than nothing.
One theory states;
Nothing can not exist,
Because we can not concieve of it
The scientists who thought of this;
Might not have taken this view,
If they had experienced the loss of you.

Steve - Hey

Steve - Hey

Steve - Hey how are you doing?

Steve - Hey I’m just trying to get to know you.

Steve - Wow so it’s like that?

Steve - You won’t even give me a chance?

Steve - I know you see the Facebook messages.
                            
Anna - Hey sorry I don’t feel like talking. You are not worth my time or attention.

Steve - I’m good now.

Steve - I found me another lover.

Steve - All I wanted was your time and your attention, but you placed my heart in an emotional detention.

Steve - To me now you just another potential lover I could of loved and cared for. But you loved your ego more.

Anna - I’m sorry.

Anna - At the time you wanted me I was busy.

Anna - I want you now though, even though you have another lover, I envy her. Your persistence showed me you were worth my time. But my ignorance encouraged me to ignore my heart and feed my ego.

Anna -  Now it’s sad to watch you go.                                                  

Anna - I wish I knew better and did better. Now loneliness comforts my ugly mess.

Steve - I guess this is goodbye, because with persistence I also come with, love, patients and loyalty. I am glad I never gave you the best of me.

Steve - My lover truly deserves all of me. My time and my energy, my flaws and insecurities. Thank you for letting me find the best of me.

Steve - You were the light that had to shine in me for me to find the best of me. Your rejection brought out a better version of me.

Steve - Love stings like a blind bee it can kiss anyone and make them feel it slowly. For those it never kisses their hearts forever remain lonely.

does the bird not fly
with wings made
for
s
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skies?

oh.

But you cut them.