"bluey" poems
She has a place for me in her heart
I've heard the others say the same
Yet I still
May rest my head
Where she would stay
Whilst all the others are long gone
Heart is a heavy word
Reminiscent of stranger times
Comforting to say the least
A shackle and a briefcase
Share her room with me
One wonders if an invitation is real
When not in writing
Enticement is real
As real as flesh and blood
As real as her
Laced ******* with frills
Bluey green
A colour best described as teal
Or was it turquoise?
Though that never mattered
Not important to me
Not a single detail
I told her not to be afraid of living
She said fearlessness is for the dead
I enquired about the living dead
She laughed
We are the only monsters
That feed off of life
We are the only demons
That go bump in the night
She is a goddess
A truly **** mess
I would like to pay homage
To the warmth between her legs
But there are many a pilgrim
And it is well documented that
I hold nothing sacred
Though I do have her favor
For now
Yet my invitation remains unanswered
I never knew a briefcase
Could be so ominous
Though she'll never be my queen
She still ***** me like I'm king
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
Cords of neck grows tighter
as head becomes heavier,
standing upfront, facing, pool
of black head - class.
Those eyes keeps on
staring as on naked body,
Those mouths keeps on
murmuring as a child baby.
And yet I didn’t lose to wear
a folly smile in gloomy light.
Once bluey-green foliage was
chirping in cold breeze just like
I am shrieking, internally,when
I lose my cold chord in middle.
Now, tree stand near
window, with open brown
hand under soggy blue sky.
All green gone.
Those brown hand become
stiffer in cold breeze.
Awaiting for autumn to
cherry blossom.
As I am dying for this
period to over,
where I stand frozen
under black shadow.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
etymolo gicilato
pervy and scribe
justa lovidactil
otta wormsandside
ima scribble bluey
evological snide
scriptiburgis outcast
meatiyum pride
urdadidafactus sum
party thatribe
looping over cants
and the meaningless tide
looping over cants
and the meaningless tide
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
there is a boy who catches my bus
who has bluey-grey eyes as clear
as the lake
the kids go swimming in.
he sits with his friends
and laughs a lot at little
things.
and when his friends are silent,
he looks out the window.
i sit two seats behind him
and i think he is beautiful.
there is a boy who catches my bus
who acts happy every morning
at seven a.m.
he sits with his friends
and gives them empty smiles
and wears long sleeves
in the middle of summer.
i sit two seats behind him
and i think he is beautiful.
there is a boy who catches my bus
who has bluey-grey eyes as empty
as the
lake the kids go swimming in,
in the winter.
he sits with his friends
and stares at his lap
and when his friends say something funny,
he doesn't laugh anymore.
i sit two seats behind him
and i think he's beautiful
there was a boy who caught my bus
who was found by his parents
after he shot himself.
he wrote a letter to his friends
and told them that he loved them.
he wrote a letter to his parents
saying sorry.
and he wrote a letter to the sad
girl
who sat two seats behind him on
the bus,
who told her that she was
beautiful.
-k.m.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
I woke up this morning, and no I am not singing a blues song....
There is something big and white in a small room
I had a torrid few minutes trying to recall...
re-fri-ger-a-tor
a step forward
ouch! My kneecap hurts, not fun.
I learnt the refrigerator although white
is not as soft as a pillow or a cloud
I managed to make the room safe
by pushing the refrigerator
out of the window.
Whoops.....sorreee!
there is something under it outside, round and red
a volley ball is round and red
but this round thing is gurgling
and very red indeed
except for the things like lips that are going bluey-grey
Wow the world is fun with severe memory loss
and a laissez-faire attitude to exploring things.
Bubby, my neighbor gave me a present
it is heavy, has a handle and a little lever on the side
safe......fire.....safe....fire......
It fits in my mouth, I wonder if ..
BANG!!....
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
i saw the autumn leaves
f
A
L
l
like downy rain. they crinkled and fell softly to the Green earth.
silently surrendering their souls to a
GRAVE
of brown ashes.
simple stories, they all possessed
tragic in nature...
the green leaf filled with ENvy, cried out, "why should the brown fall first, why not I!"
He lay alone to fall by his lonesome self, turning brown as he imagined, only to fall by himself like a lonely book on an aching self.
the orange one desired to be like the sun, she saw the dawn a glow with ORANGE delight, and wanted to fly up there in the bluey sky...
the red loved her soft home amongst the tallest branch
she out cried as he let her go, to fall among the ashes of others, her beauty was FINE,
only at a glance. It died as she drifted farther from her last chance...
the one that mesmerized me the most, was the Brown one,
He D R I F T E D across the morning air
dreaming of a long awaited rest.
d
he had dangled and F e
l A t
o
from,
west to east
his journey was
L O N G.
but he found no wrong in his life,
only joy,
he cared no more of Vanity, or GREED, or the wonders of the Sky.
he had lived his life in these heights and he long to rest among the Greenly pastures of life.
God blew a soft wind and lifted him off course,
he now drifted to the greeny land and laid there, in pure
BLISS
he was not worried of the fall or his homely grave, he dreamed of the simple pleasures of this Bark filled home and drifted away
like an aerial nomad in gay nature.
Unlike the others, the brown leaf was blessed to die among the soft green ground,
a blessing for a humble spirit, cheerful at HearT.
as the other men walked along the thoroughfare,
i watched the autumn leaves f
a
l
l
, like the spirit of the browny leaf,
i was humbled and very happy
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
I gave this pome to my daughter when she was 16,, after a hard few years,,
I know I am simple but
Hope you would have shared with me.
For Iam who ever you want me to be.
I no longer have enchanted powers like i did before.
So I wont tell you fairytales anymore.
The hard line is life has changed me.
Iam still your rock and grounded,
Just a little batter ad bruised and a bluey shaed of grey.
I love you in the same way.
I know Iam simple,
One day
I hope you can share with me and forget the past.
Il always be your rock with hidden gems,
Il always be your friend.
I know I am simple,
But please share with me,For Iam whatever you dream me to be.
This rock.
Like life will one day turn to sand,Il come back as the beauitful sell that Iam.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
*Love birds in the cage
At times sage at times rage
Male enterprising Greenie , his name
Female whip smart, Bluey , her name
It took me a little while to befriend the two
Never had a pet ,Other than a fish or two
Greenie was the one
Who made calls for the feed
Bluey made sure she was the first to eat
Greenie the chivalrous, would wait for his turn
Bluey ,always on a diet , quickly she ate
Greenie ate to his Heart's content
Together they would sing
And swung
On their little swing
Born in captivity
They had wings ,but never did they fly
Or
Maybe never did they try
Fly fly fly away... I'd say
Probably... Possibly ....
Never ....ever ...never they'd say
Happy in the cage ,with each other
They knew ,no other way
Love birds ,as they say*
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
i am not dumb
i could read before i could walk but i don't remember when i talked, or what i said.
the words always tangle
they tangle in my ears and my mouth and they ooze down through my bones to my lungs
make it hard to breathe and see
i am not dumb
i know your bluey veins and your callous knuckles. i know your eyes are green and i have never seen them, not ever. but i saw your hand twitch, just once, next to you
myoclonic ****
like you're falling asleep
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
What do you think
of my new hat?
the dame asked Johnny
he looked at the hat
and at her face
then lowered his gaze
to other areas
of her anatomy
yes looks good
he said
glad you like it
I just bought it
she said
does it make me
look special?
he looked at her
over his latte
the dress was low cut
a kind of pinkish colour
no sleeves
and about knee length
(less sitting )
yes it makes you
extra special
he said
do you know
how much
it cost me?
she asked
he studied her
how she crossed her legs
how the legs were slim
but not thin
not stick-like legs
no idea
he said
she told him
and he said
that much?
what's it made from
pure silk?
she laughed
no but it was designed by
and she said
the designer's name
but it's good though
isn't it?
she said
he looked
and he noticed
the outline of her bra
through the dress
kind of bluey white
he thought
yes
he said smiling
it's very good
she smiled and sipped
her cappuccino
and he sipped his latte
hoping he'd done enough
for a good deal
at the end of his day.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
Not just another dead word from a
book
But a magical word...straight out of
childhood
Gathered from a fascination with
looking at maps and Atlas books
And globes of the World
All the different countries in all their
different colors
With all their fantastic sounding
names
All spread out in wonderful greens pinks and oranges, yellows reds and
purples
And then... that wonderful blue sweep
of the Pacific...the Pacific ocean.
Through the eyes of a young small
child
The wondrous...sweet Blue Pacific
ocean
So vast and so full of romance
With its mermaids, its whales and its
dolphins
Coconuts and palm trees and
treasured islands
Its flying fish and grizzled pirates,
Its blue skies forever smiling
overhead
The surf rolling up onto its sun kissed
beaches.
.....There long ago I glimpsed the lovely
blue of her blouse
And the wonderful patterns on it
As she lifted me up and spun me
around
Just like being up on the swing boats,
And she laughed with her laughing
smiling face
And her laughing smiling eyes
And I laughed too, out loud and
unashamed
This was how it should always be
And I didn't want it to end
Wanted it to go on forever,
It brought me a Bluey Bliss
And suddenly all this world it was a
magic place.
She was like Life or Love itself
Wanting to embrace you and kiss you
And sweep you off your feet
Life, it held so much promise and
beauty
So much wonder and mystery
Yea! all was magic in those Summer
months
The coloured pictures in our comic
books
The kicking football on the lovely
green lawns,
The fluttering and flapping of the
clothes on the clothes line
Were like the sails of a Great Ship...
Sweet dreams and sunbeams as we
ran out to meet the tide.
And still she calls to me today, wild
blue ocean
How I love... like that sweet feeling of
blue
The sight of her on a globe or Atlas
still
And that name like some ancient
spell
It sends me up into the sky
Delights, makes me feel so peaceful
The sweet blue Pacific ocean
You can...can almost taste it.
Sweet intimations of a world that
came before,
A world underneath...that still lies
there...somewhere
Whispering like some sweet lost
Atlantis
Forever calling you back, calling you
back home.
I'm afraid I can't be more specific
About the wonderful, the beautiful
...The Blue Pacific.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
Shlomit sat
on the corrugated roof
of the pram sheds
gently kicking
the heels
of her battered
black shoes
against the brick wall
and she told you
her mother wore
more makeup
than usual to cover
the bruises
her father gave
but don’t tell anyone
she said
I’m not supposed
to say anything
mother said
you know
in case he hears
she mouthed off
to neighbours
you said you’d
tell no one
looking at her
beside you
her hair pinned back
with grips
her thick lens
spectacles
blowing up her eyes
her black skirt
and stained blouse
with the plastic
necklace you got her
from the fairground
around her thin neck
you’d seen her old man
crossing the Square
some nights
three sails
to the wind
singing sometimes
cursing others
and one day
you saw her mother
black of eyes
and spilt of lips
carrying shopping back
from the shops
you don’t wear make up
you said
guess he leaves you alone
her eyes looked away
her drowned kitten
perfume took
your nose
and as she moved
you saw the bluey
green skin
on her upper arm
but you knew he did
the screwball
talked with his fists
if his words failed
but Shlomit said nothing
of that she talked
of her wedding day
when she grew up
and how many kids
she’d have
and she having
a white dress
and a big house
although you knew
she thought it
even if
it wasn’t said
that her future husband
maybe like
her old man
or maybe just
a deep down dread.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
And would that be it?
would that be how
it was with him?
And to think
it was as if
nothing was wrong
and that maybe
there would be
another day
to follow
and he'd
be there still
and rain would fall
and clear
and the sun
would come out
and shine
as it often did
and the people
on the ward
would be kinder
to each other
or not
as the case turned out
but I thought things
would be fine
and that he'd be
there all
sitting upright
and happy
and that I'd
bring him home
but it was not
that way at all
he sat there
kind of hunched over
catching his breath
puffed and bluey dark
and I asked
the questions
he said
and seemed so calm
and not uptight
as if it was
always like this
the hands and arms
the skin
the eyes looking
but not doing so
and looking back
there was lingering
unknown to us
over his shoulder maybe
pushing out
his breath
silently
that sinister
unseen
slippery death.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
I love Mr Toby,
Miss Tibby says,
lying on her bed,
with her red and white
flowered two-piece
bed suit on,
with legs raised,
lifting him skywards
in her hands,
(she fresh showered).
Mr Tibby,
she calls,
kissing his paws,
a bluey-white,
where will you,
my darling,
sleep tonight?
He wags his tail,
either from fright
or trying his charms,
dangling from
her hands and arms,
and sexily meows
oft repeatedly.
She shakes her head,
pushing her black
haired head, into
the marshmallowy
pink pillow.
Where are you going
to lay your head, My Toby?
She says, sensing
his tail wag
between her thighs,
( a bit like Henry did,
but he told lies),
you can't sleep with me,
you naughty ****
can't nest your
furry head beside
my head,
in my soft
and snugly bed,
can't sleep here.
He purrs loudly;
she can sense the slight
vibrations along her arms.
Bad boy,
trying your charms,
she says, (just like Henry
did purring between
my thighs with those
drinkable eyes).
Mr Toby begins to wiggle,
either to be put
down and to lie,
or run away and play.
She smiles,
and kisses his nose,
and puts him on the bed
beside her head,
and he snuggles down
against her *******
purring mildly,
(just as Henry did,
but he more wildly).
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
I swear the star-lit hours are thieves.
Deep navy our depressant
in those free hours of the night,
Principles drenched clean in burnished light.
Inhibition stolen now,
we flail a rhythmic roadside dance
an ethereal midnight trance.
Bluey blood flowers my sleeve,
Kneeling on ghostly asphalt - still.
I don’t know what I tried to ****
But blue looks red in the morning.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Once I lost my pen.
I chewed it and chewed it during a problem
Until it was wet and made my jaw ache
And when I paused to gaze up into the air
For one last try
My hand went limp and it fell and
Rolled away
I searched for my pen
Under my desk it should have been
Spit had gathered around the sides of my mouth
And ink had stained my tongue bluey-green
It made me feel so dumb.
On my knees, where is the drenched thing?
I'm embarrassed for I was marked with its puzzlement
I still didn't know the answer to the problem,
And now I have another one.
I am always so much trouble,
but maybe I should blame the government.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
You,Yehudit,
were at the bus stop
waiting for the school bus
with your sister;
I was waiting too
amongst other kids,
in wintry weather,
which made the wait
far too long.
I looked at you
standing there,
huddled
in your green
raincoat and hood,
hands in the pockets,
you watching
the beginning of rain,
your eyes,
bluey green,
stared out,
as raindrops passed.
When the school bus came
we clambered aboard
and took our seats.
I sat with Goldfinch
near the back,
you sat at the front
with your sister,
near the driver.
Goldfinch talked
of football
and his favourite team;
I looked at you
at the front,
next to your sister,
wishing it was me there,
beside you,
elbow to elbow,
talking away,
having things to say,
eye to eye gazing,
but I was at the back,
with Goldfinch,
in love with you,
my boy's heart
blazing.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
The view
before me:
a sky
comprised
of sky like
Attenborough
sea side
Rice krispies
and water
between us
St. Petersburg
3-6
Blue shifts
bluey pinks
meet clementine
licks violet
amidst the creatures
swimming in the
deep of the fermament
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Benedict looked over
the edge of the garden
looked down
at the sheer drop
Lizbeth looked over too
standing beside him
quite a drop
she said
are your two little sisters
safe when they stand here ?
she asked
we’re usually with them
or my mum
Benedict said
he looked
at the beautiful view
ahead of him
hills
fields
trees and bushes
birds in the sky
she looked sideways
on at him
his quiff of hair
the open neck shirt
the jeans
the rest of his family
were out picking blackberries
while he was here
alone with her
and all he talked of
was the garden
and the view
and how he helped up
at the farm
she looked back
at the cottage
thought of his room
the bed
the glass tank
of shells
and bones
and moss
the model Spitfire
hanging from the ceiling
she wouldn’t mind
the Spitfire
if she were laying there
looking up at it
while Benedict was on her
entering her
and the bed
was creaking
and she saying
(what the girl in class
said she did)
but no
instead she was standing
in his garden
on the edge
while he talked
of seeing
some butterfly
as if she cared
what he saw
except her
on his bed unclothed
sensing him
touching
feeling
gazing at the ceiling
can’t we go in?
she said
get to your bed?
have ***
before your mother
comes back?
Benedict thought he saw
a sparrow hawk
hovering in the bluey sky
beautiful in its skill
ready to dive and ****
I’m dying
to have *** with you
she said bluntly
tugging at his arm
not now
he said
he smelt the farm
over the way
sensed the cool
of county calm.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
I’d just come back
from Somerset
the night before
after staying
with an aunt and uncle
and was walking down
from the Square
when Enid
was walking up
from the baker shop
off of Rockingham street
I’ve missed you
she said
got back last night
I said
her left eye
was bluey green skin
how’s your old man?
I asked
still thumping
his daughter happily?
she looked away
up at the flats
behind us
I walked into
a lamppost
she said
wasn’t looking
where I was going
I noticed four
finger size bruises
on her arm
but said nothing
about them
yes I know lampposts
kind jump out at you
when you pass by
she looked at me
I ought not
talk to you
she said
why?
my father said
he doesn’t like you
and I mustn’t
talk to you
but you are
I said
besides
I don’t like
your old man either
so that make us
kind of balanced
I better go
she said
but stayed
looking at me
if I see your old man
on the stairs
of the flats
I’ll trip him up ok?
no no
she said
her mouth
staying open
I was kidding Enid
relax
she gripped
the white paper
bag of rolls
in her hand
and looked up
at the flats
missed you
she whispered
glad you’re
back again
and I watched her
walk up the slope
to the flats
the sky was dark grey
promising rain.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
You tore me apart
In doing so
You have built a moat
For me between most
It is full of beautiful water
Sparkling
Bluey green white
A Silvery sight
Detecting and deflecting
Desire and fire
Unable to handle
or man handle
The feelings
Peeling
Healing
Feelings real
Allowing others to see
Vunerable sights
Showing internal fights
Proudly
Refusing
Fights and
Sights
Learning about myself
Learning to respect myself
Learning to love myself
Learning to be myself
Its not easy
Wording
Its uneasy
Identify
Its easy
Always pleasing
Oh the peace
Its such a release
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
Alone
You never have to say
that it was someone's fault,
only your own.
Alone,
you don't have to worry about loved ones in the cross-fire,
you'll take the heat, the blame, the ridicule, the trails,
all alone, no rank...no file.
Alone
you sit, you wonder, you cry
no shoulder to lean on,
no one to ask...why?
Well my friend, look up, don't fear.
It's time you've seen the bluey sky, so clear.
I know that being alone has taken it's toll,
your angry, confused, your bitter heart, blinded your eyes, black as coal.
You'll fight me, push me away, unfamiliar to such
such damning kindness.
You desperately ache for a touch of human skin, telling you
you're alive and human too.
Well, my friend, if you'll let me. That's exactly what I'll do.
I'm not God, I'm not sent by him to be a glowing angel,
I'm just a guy, who sees the world from a different angle.
Believe me, there's lots to go and hang your head down low for,
but believe me too when I say, life, is so worth living, when you open the door.
And look...
You don't have to be alone anymore.
Together
we can be friends, we can go see the world from a far with one look,
or we can just sit at the park, read a few good books
Together
we can find more friends, to join our little party,
or it can be just you and me.
Together
we'll conquer the world, have it dance in our hands,
or we'll spread the word of peace, far into distant lands.
Where ever you go, whatever you do,
while you count your blessings and say your "Amen"
Just know, that you'll never have to be alone. Ever. Again.
Together.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
I saw her on the lower steps
of the stairway
of the flats
on my way
to buy bread rolls
for breakfast
my mother's money
warm in my palm
what are you doing here?
I asked
Enid looked at me
she licked her swollen lip
Dad told me to go out
she said
why's that?
she looked out
at the Square
he's in one of his moods
says he doesn't want
to see my face
I sat down beside her
have you had breakfast?
I asked
she shook her head
he said I wasn’t to go back
until he'd left for work
want to come with me
to the baker shop
to buy bread rolls?
she hugged herself
against the morning chill
grey sky above
may as well
she said
so we walked
through the Square
and down the slope
to the baker shop
she looked cold
the shop was warm inside
and she looked around
at the bread and cakes
and other items on shelves
and the smell
of warm bread
in the air
I asked for the rolls
and ordered two more
and gave the man the money
and we left
with a big white bag of rolls
warm in my hands
we walked back
up the slope
and through the Square
and walked to the entrance
to the flats
she sat down on the steps
aren't you coming for breakfast?
she looked at me
what if my dad
looks for me?
he'll look for no one then
won't he?
she looked uncertain
won't your mum mind
me being there?
of course not
she likes you
I said
she hesitated
are you sure?
yes of course I am
so she followed me
up the stairs
to my parent’s flat
on the third floor
we entered
Mum looked at Enid and me
extra for breakfast
I said
and I bought extra rolls
Mum nodded and said
come in Enid
get yourself warm
you look frozen
I gave my mother the rolls
and with Enid walked
to the sitting room
the radio was on
playing some music
I sat at the table
by the window
and Enid sat beside me
her swollen lip
getting bigger
a bluey bruise
showing on her cheek
and on a Monday
first day
of the week.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
At the clubhouse
in Malaga
in the base camp
I danced and drank
in turn
sometimes
at the same time
sometimes I sat it out
at the bar
and smoked and drank
with Miriam
you dance good
she said
you reckon so
I said
yes you dance ok
she said
she sipped
her gin and tonic
and looked
around the club house
the disco music
is a bit old hat
she said
it's ok
at least
you can dance to it
I said
we sipped more
of our drinks
and sat in silence
for a few moments
Picasso was born here
she said
what here
in this club house?
I said smiling
no here in Malaga
she said
read it some place
I don't like his art
she said
makes me want
to throw up
you sure it's not
the *****
I said
no I mean
when I see it
she said
I love his art
it speaks volumes to me
I said
poor you
she said
I see nothing in it
each to their own
view of things
I said
Picasso touches me
don't I touch you?
she said
wouldn't you rather
be touched by me
than Picasso?
depends on the touching
I said
he touches my soul
where would you touch?
she giggled
and sipped her drink
be telling wouldn't it?
you didn't complain
the last time
I touched or rather
we touched
she looked back
at the dance floor
and at people dancing
not my fault
if the tent
was too small
for much action
she added
looking back at me
small is beautiful
sometimes
I said
she gazed at me
with her bluey green eyes
her hair in tight curls
I’d let you come
to my tent tonight
she said
but that fussy cat girl
is sharing with me
always yakking
about her cats at home
as if I cared
what she calls
her **** cats
and what she does
with them
what about your tent?
she asked
no I got the ex-army guy
in with me
and he talks on and on
about his family
and how they don't
understand him
and how he got
chucked out the army
and so on
a Beatles song
was playing
I got up to go dance again
and she said
go dance Benny
go show them
how its done
she leaned on the bar
her eyes closing
I danced
drinking the dregs
thinking of the last time
I lay
between her legs.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
Finding you,
was no simple task,
finding you,
made me lose my flask!
Bah, humbug!
Blast and bother all!
I took many a trips,
and much more falls!
But in finding you,
I've managed to do,
things I didn't imagine,
knew things I never knew!
In finding you,
which again was no walk in the park,
I've learned to find the light,
to light the path in the dark.
I've learned to fight for myself,
and others along the way.
I've learned to finally endure,
the tortures of everyday.
Because in finding you,
every tears, blood, and sacrifice I made and shed for you,
could not compare to when,
I finally found.
You.
That's all it took to open my eyes,
to see the color in,
the bright bluey skies.
One simple touch of your hand on mine,
to set my path straight,
one solid narrow line.
I don't mind,
all the pain I've gone through,
I'll go again gladly,
so long as it leads to you.
So dear, my dear,
please stay by my side,
together we stand, to multiply,
and for us to never ever
divide.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC