Elizabeth Frost

Elizabeth Frost Aug 2013

I sometimes worry...

Like a mother worries
When her toddler
Falls and scrapes a knee
And needs a kiss on a
Boo-boo.

Like a mother worries
When her 6th grader
Gets bullied
And starts thinking
About self-harm.

When her freshman
Stays home all year
Because they don't fit in
With the cool kids.

When their senior
Suffers from a broken heart
And weeps for days
Wishing it had never happened.

When their college bound baby
Goes off to live on their own,
To juggle school, a job and
A life.

Only a mother would
Understand how much
LOVE and CARE
Is the simple origin
Of a lot of
Worrying.

Elizabeth Frost Aug 2013

*What is Love?*

Love. Love... Love.
I guess I only ever imagined what Love would be like.
I honestly thought I knew what Love felt like.
I have been told that I
Greatly overuse the words 'I Love you'.
Never did I know, til the day I thought about losing my grandma,
Did I experience Love...
In the moment, when I thought about losing
The one I love the most,
My heart hurt, tears burned my eyes,
&& memories rushed through my head,
In the blink of an eye.
Small became my lungs,
Making the world fade as my breaths
Became shorter.
My voice was gone and the world,
Just a simple blurr.
For those few hours that I sat in bed,
Worrying,
Crying,
Thinking about her,
About what I would lose...
And I finally figured out what love feels like.

Last old poem <3

Elizabeth Frost Aug 2013

*The Perfection Of Love*

Why can't love be...
The same for everyone.
A rose,
Beautifully blooming in the spring.
A song,
Quietly hummed in tune.
Everlasting,
As in fairytales.
Strong,
To dry the tears we have shed.
True,
For life-long happiness.
Friendship,
Gone to a new level.
Real,
Like love is supposed to be.

A poem, written last year.

Elizabeth Frost Aug 2013

Just this guy,

These feelings inside,
What could they be?
Love, sadness, actually just a sneeze.

Before I sneezed,
I thought something was there.
Love, sadness, maybe I'm just scared.

I just met him,
Why does he make me smile?
Love for sure? we'll see in a while.

He called me beautiful,
Says the sweetest things,
Now his friend's talking about rings!?

That escalated quickly.
Makes my heart flutter,
I'm starving now. Mind's in the gutter.

I've never met anyone like him.
I don't know what to do.
I should talk to someone, but who? ...who?

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I'm so mixed on feelings.
This is so foreign.

Elizabeth Frost Aug 2013

*Rose*

He loves me...
He loves me not…
White, unflawed rose petals
One by one
Slipping through the air
Into a pool…
Of tears.

If only I could be
Pure and unflawed
Like the rose
From which the petals fall.

He loves me…
He loves me not...
The flower is
Changing.

Losing its fullness,
It's beauty,
Being torn apart…
It reminds me of something,
But what?

He loves me...
He loves me not...
The last petal has been pulled,
The beauty is no more.

Now the connection has been made.

He loves ME not...
I am the rose,
Being torn apart by love

*Another old poem that I wrote last year*

Elizabeth Frost Aug 2013

*Reality's a Lovely Place, But I Wouldn't Wanna Live There*

My heart wants to break in two.
My search seems hopeless.
Why must life go on like this?

Shall I ever find true love?
Forever alone.
I do not want life like this.

What kind of love shall I find?
Friend love? True love? Love?
Where shall I look for this love?

Is love in a treasure chest?
How about a vase?
Maybe the love is not here.

A man, a beautiful man,
What is love really?
Is love a beautiful man?

If I do not know love, then,
How shall I find it?
How is love supposed to feel?

Butterflies in my stomach?
Too shy to speak words?
Rosie red cheeks when he smiles?

That is the love I dream of.
A beautiful man.
Why can't this sweet dream come true?

I can imagine him now,
Soft enough to hug,
Warm enough to cuddle with.

Why is he still in my head?
Why do I believe?
My love shall never be real.

I need to stop while I can.
Dreams out the window.
Now back to reality.

*this is an old poem I wrote last year*

Elizabeth Frost Aug 2013

...its not just a word

I wish Americans spoke Greek.
Did you know that there is more
Than one word for
Love, in the Greek language?
Agape. Eros. Storge.
And Philia.

Agape.
Unconditional love.
UNCONDITIONAL. Love.
I cannot even
Comprehend. How much
Love that is.
Unlimited. Unrestricted.
Unconditional.
That's how all love should be.

Eros.
Passionate love.
Sensual, emotional,
Romantic love.
The physical side...
Of love.
Intense, this kinda love
Needs a while to come out.
Don't rush.

Storge.
Love as affection.
Parents love their children,
Wives love their husbands.
Acceptance into a
Special place in someone's heart.
Familial bonds. Caring love.

And Philia.
Loyalty to others,
Mental love.
This is the love between friends.
The love of objects,
And places, etc.
Not unconditional,
Not passionate,
Not affectionate. But just,
Love.

Our one word,
Love, is broken into
Four words.
I want to be Greek,
I want people to know what
Kinda of love I mean,
When I say,
"I love you."
To people.

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