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I will not be yours.
I will not be yours.
Will I not be yours?
What should I say so that you know
what you mean to me.
I know of words, but how to make them flow
is bothering me you see.
I am instantly made happy,
by just looking at your smile.
And luckily the smile lasts for quite a while.
Yet it seems like something is missing,
something is not there.
To show my gratitude for
how much you care.

I am not used to being cared for,
I forget that I'm loved.
Sometimes I feel like a nuisance,
an annoyance to all.
I forget I have a purpose,
that it is okay to feel.
When I want to be hurt
you give me reason to heal.
And I can't thank you enough for wanting to help.
You gave me reason to love myself.
I am so grateful that I know you exist.
You keep me from feeling completely hopeless.
Even when you aren't feeling one hundred percent,
you manage to make me feel my best.

There are so many things I can thank you for,
so much you have done.
So many smiles you are responsible for,
so many battles that we've won.
That you've helped me win by keeping me strong,
battles where when I fall down, you make sure it isn't for long.

From your radiant smile and your many expressions,
to your very unique name.
From your caring heart, generosity,
to your marvelous music taste.
Everything you are and all that you'll be
will be seen as perfect to me.
For you are my hero, someone I admire,
who means a lot to me.
And regardless of what you think, if I had a heart like you
I would be so happy.
If I grow up to have the character you do,
I will be at a loss for words.
To be able to say I am like my hero
will make me feel like I'm on top of the world.

Just a token of appreciation for all you have done.
And as time goes on I know there will be more to come.

But for now, to my hero, I'd just like to say thanks.
For breathing, for living, being the beautiful person you are.
I thank you for what you've done and what you will do in advance.
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
Tara Fear
You have acted so strongly,
Given it all of your might,
Now let this matter settle,
You are too weak to fight,

Do not pursue this,
Just let it go,
Defending you, aiding you, your strength shall soon grow,

I will not leave you,
When unstable on your feet,
I will stay through victory,
I will stay through defeat.
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
lolosworld
It's good to see that the sun is still a friend.
Because the moon's two faced, going half and whole again.
But the weather's always changing and will continue until the end.
Because they circle round each other like a high school trend.

Time is of the essence when dealing with eviction.
This cold weather is sneaking through resulting in conniptions.
Between myself and i as I work on this conviction.
Only leaving behind traces of encryption.
A code that I've been trying to break before My crucifixion.
If any kids are reading I'm sorry for that depiction.

The roads are icing over as I pass around the curve.
Changing up my mood and calming down my verve.
Should i collide head on or allow myself to swerve.
Sending the tingles up My spine as the metal slams against my nerves.

The sun's running back and fourth around the earth.
Lighting up the sky all night for what It's worth.
The ozone's playing, changing around the game and.
As soon as it makes up is mind the kids can go outside again.

This pollution.
Is a solution.
To the inflation.
Of our population.
With all the time wasting.
Doing simple test tasting.
When we're past the deadline.
Now it's time to let it shine.
The moon may be a friend of yours but the suns a friend of mine.
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
Kate Lion
There are just some things
That will never leave your heart after you see them
Like your 6 year old sister heaving a bowling ball all the way to the lane
Just to let it drop
thud
And watching in anticipation as it creeps towards the pins
It's not even those things, really
It's just the fact that I will miss her little smile
I'll miss
watching her grow up
I don't know what to write anymore.
I'm all out of words, yet I still find my pen moving across the paper.
But what does it say if I don't have anything?
Does this pen have more answers than I do?
I ask it if I love you, it writes yes.
I ask it if you love me, it writes I don't know.
I tell it to help me it writes, you need to help yourself.

I watch my fingers flutter across the keyboard,
faster than a hummingbirds heartbeat.
I ask the keys," hey are you listening?"
They say, "oh look she's still kicking."
I ask if you can hear me, the say , "he's not listening."
I tell them to find you they say," why haven't you stopped fighting?"
I ask them, "What should I do?"
They say," Admit that all of this writing, was you."
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