"intendedly" poems
Life seems so uncertain
my love a distant dream
nothing feels quite solid
or as real as it should seem
I want to be depressed
to hide from hurt and pain
but when beneath a storm
one cannot avoid the rain
and every lesson good an bad
is never taught in vain
I just keep on going
I pray for sunny skies
instead of all these clouds
around,
who hide it
in disguise
I will just be patient
hopeful
and wait upon a sign
for my sweet love to come to me
for our two stars - align
I wait beneath a summer sky
under a beautiful new moon
for true love to find me finally,
to play me a sweet tune
as I
am listening
most intendedly for the music
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
Yeah, we fight a lot,
Sometimes intendedly
And sometimes seriously.
But, the moment you hang up my call,
I realize the pain of being hurt.
I cry a lot, disturbing my thoughts,
Still, everytime your love acts as the cure,
To those wounds of yours.
You are my punisher as well as my healer.
Oh! the thought itself brings me chills,
On the day you spare my wounds,
I would be nothing but a soulless corpse,
And love would sob in the deserted Thorp.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC