"jovi" poems
I'm tired of not having a date
to take me out on a Saturday night
When nobody calls me and its getting late
Its such a pitiful sight
So I've decided to put on my wizard hat on
then go down to the basement below
and when my family have all gone
I'll build my very own boyfriend and nobody would know
He'd have eyes so dark and dreamy
he'd have arms that'd hug me tight
and when he'd turn his face to see me
his face would shine real bright
In a huge *** I stirred the magic brew
and I started dreaming of my lover boy
dreaming of all the lovey-dovey things he'd do
I started to bubble up with joy
I threw in hairspray for wonderful hair
and a Jon Bon Jovi CD for a heavenly voice
For huggability I also threw in my teddy bear
along with all my other stuffed toys
I added cologne and expensive perfume
so he'd always smell like a cool breeze in spring
My boyfriend would be nearly perfect I assume
and he'd be made up of all sorts of wonderful things
I threw in a black tuxedo and dancing shoes
so he'd be classy and gentlemanly
He'd be the perfect boy I would choose
to start my perfect family
As I was done with my recipe
I chanted my magic spell
smoke and fumes rose up endlessly
My hardwork was complete I could tell
Out popped out this boy wonder
who looked dreamy as could be
My knees went weak and my heart spat thunder
as I giggled nervously
We went on our first date
but It was a disaster straight from hell
This monster I decided to create
made me want to take back that awful spell
Me and wonderboy did not work
and we broke up instantly
with no love he turned out to be a ****
completely devoid of chivalry
The good things in a man
are not always the things that show
you see you must understand
True Love isn't what you think you already know
The things that send you head over heels
may not be the things that truly last
because the boy wearing expensive perfume
may turn out to be just another *******
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
to-day I attended
my cousin's funeral service
it was a casual
laid back kind of affair
no preacher going on for ages
with vacuous words
a celebrant spoke of my cousin's
love of the young and the elderly
her husband wrote a poem
of dedication to his beloved Tess
throughout the service her favorite songs were featured
the Bon Jovi tune "To Be My Baby" had family and friends
tapping their feet
on our departure from the crematorium
the strains of Tim McGraw's " Please Remember Me" played
the day was as Tess wanted
casual and no fuss
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
I tried to make it better
I tried to give you happiness
But it almost cost me mine
I cried for hours when you gave up
On sisterhood
And friendship
I remembered every good moment
I remembered every funny note
And inside joke
That had become an integral part of me
Those things that made me laugh
Now made me cry
I didn’t understand why
I tried to fight for what was right
For you and I
But the battle was already lost
You had given up
On friendship and us
You say the fights aren’t worth it.
I said they were
But apparently I don’t get a say when it comes to your little games
You told everyone you knew
Didn’t you?
I would know cause I used to be the one you told
So funny how it came full circle
Now people who I used to talk to and laugh with
Won’t even look me in the eye
It’s like you’re a queen
And they the servants
Instead of us all being equals
No one can stand up to Queen Elizabeth
Why did I even try
P.S. Novacaine by Bon Jovi
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
We smoked our first cigarette together
And our first joint too,
The first time I got really drunk I was with you.
When I was with you life didn’t seem so bad,
Around you I never felt lonely or sad.
We listened to Bon Jovi and Tracy Chapman too
We liked all the oldies that no one else knew.
We finished each others sentences and each others smokes,
We listened to each others problems and laughed at each others jokes.
We swore to be friends till death do us apart,
You were like a sister to me, I gave you a piece of my heart.
Over the past few months our friendship has aged,
You avoid coming to see me you say that I’ve changed.
But what you don’t realize is you have changed too,
You don’t seem to be the same person that I once knew.
I need this old train to breakdown so that I can tell you the truth,
I’ve missed you everyday since I left, you’re more than a best friend you’re a sister…
I love you Dude…
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
Coral evening sky casting a warm glow, in this lightening claimed dusky sky
Your shy smile bursting into a fit of giggles as I tickle you, my fingertips pressed to your belly, lingering
Starry eyes mirroring this evident desire,
A melancholy lullaby crackling into a fire laced ballad
My lips meet yours, and here we are lost in this fragile moment, like a flitting darting bird
Savoring it, tongues dancing across the shorelines of my molars, like this is the first and the last time
You pull the curtain, unbuttoning, yanking the shirt off my body; solace is your only quest
Your lips licking my earlobe, whispering verses of ******* addicted musicians, but you prefer ecstasy
Your fingers tracing the raven tattooed on the nape of neck, trailing down needy kisses along my spine
Your trying to blur it all out, I’m trying to save you darling, from yourself,
I need this too more than you know, but I love you more
Disasters have a tendency to reside in your ribs for a longtime, striking often-
Causing violent tremors
Leading to noxious EARTHQUAKES.
Your cat stopped breathing 6 months ago, she had punctured her lungs
I remember you screaming, trashing all the memories so that it stops hurting,you repressed it all.
You loved that furry little brat more than you hate fate.
Your grandfather expired last month, his led zeppelin, bon jovi records drown in loneliness now
Wrinkly smiles told stories of cosmos, aliens, he was a crazy man. The best nonetheless.
Chemotherapy drained out all the money and smiles, leaving your brittle heart suffering from paroxysm.
When he died, you kept shouting for hours straight, they had to sedate you. You blanked out. I know you are sinking in the abyss of hopelessness and you’re trying to escape, escape this AMNESIA,
that is running after you.
But love, let me in, I know you’re afraid, but I vow, I’ll prove to be sempiternal.
And I swear I’ll be there cupping these rare innocent moments and preserving, holding you close, kissing you even when the rainfall doesn’t seem to stop.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
The warm soft coral petals on the face,
sheltering the delicate eye tissue underneath,
no longer flutter open,
to see
the many signed divorce papers on the mahogany desk in the home office,
the Bon Jovi tickets in the right hand pocket of the J.Crew pants,
the facebook profile of the attractive girl online whom were predestined to one of those tickets,
the letter of resignation hidden in the black briefcase,
the guitar that was pulled out of the garage hanging in his office,
the numbers of old bandmates on the coffee table,
the disappointed faces of the family and friends, and
the lengths taken in the pursuit of happiness.
And yet, he lies there knowing that, he misses
the sky,
the sun,
the stars,
the moon,
the variegated leaves in the fall and spring,
the wheel in the front lawn tied by a rope to an sturdy branch,
the cerulean colored house that was painted by cheap labor,
the fat cat lounging in the parkinglot of his workplace,
the boss that threatened due to an inferior complex,
the punk the daughter was infatuated with, with the waned colored skin and dyed blond greasy hair,
the plain-Jane daughter and her defiance of his authority,
the stepford wife and her arguments about misplaced toothbrushes and
the co-worker and his chiseled face with an inquisitive smirk of all knowingness.
And he realizes that now.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 1:30 AM UTC
I feel the world has no place for me,
Let me go back to '63,
When life was a thrill,
With The Beatles and all.
Let me feel alive,
With the power of the jive,
Let me party in the 70's,
With the rock 'n' roll,
*** and drugs!
I need to rave with Bon Jovi,
In the year of '84,
I need to rock to Queen,
In the year '86.
Let me feel alive,
With the power of the jive,
Let me party in the 70's,
With the rock 'n' roll,
*** and drugs!
I need to cry at Freddie's funeral,
Back in 1991,
I need to be born in the 50's,
When life was good and fun.
Let me feel alive,
With the power of the jive,
Let me party in the 70's,
With the rock 'n' roll,
*** and drugs!
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
Waking thoughts
Lyrics to a song
Shuffle through the playlist
Find the perfect one.
Too many can describe
My mental alibi
So I just take a little time
For the lyrics to fill my mind.
Growing up there was no blue sky rhyme
Metallica, pink Floyd and the cure
Were the ones to describe my youthful shrine.
Older plays
Took some blues away
How is it that I wasn't born
In the Woodstock age?
The doors, temptations, Jim Croce
Carol king
God! It's so godly when they sing.
Then I had to hit that puberty
Like a brick to the face
Picking out my own musical taste.
Adema, korn, Dresden dolls, tool.
Stone sour, shinedown, nine inch nails
Stone temple pilots and more as well.
Give me lyrics that could scream
All the screaming out of me.
Little did I know that in my scene
I thought my music was defining me.
I'm not music. Just flesh and bone
Maybe I should expand my treble tone.
Throw some chicks in there, you know?
No one should have a song on repeat
And have that be the song you hear when we meet.
So I searched for some musical relief
I enjoy a good scream sometimes
But that's not all I breathe.
Some motion city, say anything,
Yeah I like akon, lady sovereign,
A perfect circle and deftones
Classical Mozart and Beethoven makes me feel right at home.
Silver mt Zion, some Phillip glass,
Michael nyman, now I've achieved some class.
Pink when I feel like pop or brass
Punch guys in the **** cause I'm a chick
Hell yes!
No not really. The **** part, I mean.
But I actually really do like pink.
Jon Bon jovi or Otis redding
When I want to think of this guy that I'm loving.
I might have lost track of the lyrics I was originally thinking
But with my selection I'm derailing
With musical tasting.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
Rock & roll, ain't gonna catch my fall
I'm not from the 60's
Nor 70's generations
I'm a firmly placed, figure of 8 (oh)
Over three decades passed
Don't forget me last
I dressed in double denim
Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, Bon Jovi
I'm livin' on a prayer
I've been given a gift
The gift of despair
Protect me, seize me
It ain't gonna ever live, be in vain
Know my name
It's all part of the game
Winners & losers
It's all begun
Those bitter ends come undone
Flung, flung, flung
I'll bounce back
I'm that highly strung.
© Sia Jane
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
what about that "strange, mortal" coinage of: i just don't want to be here?!
i just can't imagine why
i landed among you depressed rejects -
i really can't, i wrote
poetry, and i guess that's
my excuse, but i like emotional
retards - it makes me feel
alive, i can feel like i can have a beer
and talk Pamplona and Hemingway
and **** oh yeah, they mentioned
go easy on them,
there's me and my blabber mouth,
or as the n.s.a., make new friends that aren't
required extras for the new Hobbit Movie,
jokes aside, i am actually making a investment quote,
no new movie, New York and all...
hmm? what a ****** question,
certain words should never be a question,
rather... what a ****** word to leave a question with;
i mean, what word is imbededed with nuance? oh, right,
the underlined one, robotics microsoft
villa and the twenty two toilets... hmm,
too many guests taking a **** i guess;
i mean (i can say this with a hardened expression
learning to be my father while he un-buried his to
be a father to me made only welcome to a mother,
and no celebrated deity of flesh worthy of **** and whatnot.
it's not fair given the 1990s and Bon Jovi,
and Ghost, and Swayze... it's, just, not, fair!
so agonising to be the choirmaster, you get me?!
no, of course you don't, cos you're Harry Potter.
i know your benevolence,
and it's truly a Ronin tale, all i know is a no toward
Samurai of your idle heart to save a beat, my heart a Shogun,
that was to be - yet more verse i wish to write impaled
worth the pain, for your eyes to sleep entombed
missing spring - as you are, unknown to me, Greek,
because i know no other love worth a mention.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Sierra,
You're my sister,
And if you're hurt,
And you're in the hospital I think I might just have to conquer my fear.
I've been lost lately,
And I can tell from the last time I saw you,
You've been lost too.
I'm sorry all I could do was make you laugh and smile,
And it might not have been real laughter or smiling,
But you don't deserve the pain you're going through,
And if I could I'd **** all the pain from you and unto me.
Because I think I deserve it more than you.
You've always been there to listen,
You've always been there to free my spirit,
And I'm sorry I never thanked you.
I always did listen to what you had to say..
And I'm sorry philosophical advice was all I could give you.
I remember our funnest memories and our bad memories
Naming the trampoline, Fernanand of course.
Always searching for resources
All the little tea parties we used to have.
Jumping on Fernanand with the sprinklers on and listening to Bon Jovi and screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs.
Sleeping on Fernanand , getting eaten alive by misquitoes.
Sitting under the mushroom at the public kiddy pool.
Seeing all those shadows,
Sharing deep dark secrets.
Our first meeting.
Setting notes under the house mats like we were spies.
Playing tip the cow on Fernanand.
Crying together.
Funny make overs
Sharing books,
Being ourselves.
Being sisters
Our bad memories...
Our fights
Moving ...
And when you're hurt,
I hurt too.
I don't know why you got this pain,
I did not.
When I deserve it more,
Than you.
You,
My dearest friend Sierra.
You did nothing.
Would you still hurt,
If we were together,
Sierra
I wish I could help.
I wish I could come visit you
But I don't think you'd like it if I had to commit ****** in a hospital to do that.
We are attached by soul chains
If you snap,
I will snap with you.
Do me a favor and don't snap.
Never give up..
Shoot for the stars...
Cry when you need to...
Write when you want....
Just because you're in that room,
Does not mean you cannot achieve your dreams.
Your description...
Just a girl following her dreams...
You're more than that..
You're my inspiration achieving her dreams.
We will never lose each other...
you cry, I cry.
You hurt, I hurt.
You don't deserve this pain...
I do...
Sierra..
My dearest friend..
My dearest sister...
My closest friend...
My closest sister....
Please understand..
If I could come and save you,
I would....
To all the world's best, You're the best...
Never forget...
Sierra...
I love and miss you...
And I hope to see you soon..
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 1:13 PM UTC
The main reason I've tried around five new recipes a week
and all of a sudden enjoy cooking
and the reason I've bitten my nails down to bone
and texted my good friends way too many times
fragmented and weeping with questions
and the reason I've listened to podcasts minute after minute
and audiobooks
and ******* Damien Rice's creepy voice saying the words **** you
over and over again
and have a wishlist on every overpriced bohemian rag site
and entered multiple contests guessing Bon Jovi's lyrics
to win 50 dollars to Applebees
and the reason I drink red white and blue ****** can after can
after hours that end with "AM"
and the reason I don't feel like hearing my client's problems
and catch myself in fantasies about running away or climbing up into trees and staying there for months
and the reason I go to angry slam poetry events by myself
and watch Sarah Silverman crying on the television
and snorting coke
or scrub my gums until they bleed
to taste the iron with those perfectly prepared meals
I even thought about joining a meetup group
instead I just met up with my therapist and noticed she's wearing the same sweater I am
What the hell is she going to be able to do for me?
Take my seventy dollars and run
and I keep edibles harbored in the corner of my cheek
saving the ounces for the most destitute of moments
when I hear I have to eat lunch with my in-laws at Red Robin
and be blinded by their white supremacy
That's when I get ****** as ****
and find it all funny
and the reason I sprint into the woods at night and look up at the stars
sweaty and haunted
and the reason I keep "getting lost" on my way home from work
and stalk my ex-boyfriend's babies on Facebook
and wet the pages of Charles Bukowski
and then watch his documentary and scream at the TV in horror
and the reason I buy bags and bags of peanut butter stuffed pretzels
and my laugh sounds unnervingly different every day, as if my role keeps changing from **** to lesbian to raging feminist to kitschy wife lover to Eskimo to poet
is due to the fact that I am in a long distance relationship with my own life
my own soul
my screaming energy and robustness
my color
and craving.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
when things feel like they getting tough
I just put my trust in the Lord and keep my chin up
It's not Bon Jovi Living on a Prayer
this is real Alive and kickin
so while your running your lips
trippin I got the Holy Spirit
rippin these lyrics
I'm not ashamed to proclaim his name
I lift my hands up
sing a song to praise his name
Jesus is my Savior, he is my king
He came into my life and he changed me
transformed me,reborn from sinner
to a saint and if you are listening
you are witnessing the greatest
gift ever that our precious Jesus gave
Yeah I say it again
I'm not ashamed to proclaim his name
that's right baby I'm proud christian
I sing a song to praise his name
so crank it up loud
Let the Angels hear
all the way to gates of heaven
Jesus is my saviour, he is my king
Yes Jesus Is His Name
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
there's **** Jagger and i have a lobster - ooh
hey yeah fan mail - i'll die tonight listening to
alpha bravo... charlie out;
summertime Kabul Tupac Shake Jovi - Bon Bon
Mangetout Rodney, the flyer across the street
of Peckham East on a tricycle -
any other onomatopoeia too -
or a knock knock joke?
how many times will the joke last
before the joke ends and i
send you two to the scaffold
with Antoinette's head rolling,
down down south?
what? you the only billionaire
with a puppet instrument gagging
teen girls worth a colliding shout?!
i too sold out,
i signed a **** you and then thank fucky fucky
bowed out on holiday in Thailand.
oh here comes Layla with Clapton,
genie and the Harrison and wasted Beatlemania -
tomorrow sounds just fine
and welcome to repeat with high tea at 5 take or hoot bonkers
clarification a repeat; or thus said vogue:
it was necessary to keep the garden primed,
even if it was Liverpool F.C. -
and everyone said that Michael Owen was an estate agent.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
...a few small gifts for my children..
blasting Bon Jovi in route
conversation with the man from Morocco
a poem or two, sky grey not blue
wifestrife
daily life
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
I couldn't walk past the coffee shop we visited
and walk through the isles of our local bookstore
without your name screeching through my head
like acrylic nails on a chalk board
I thought i'd never heal
I thought i'd never forget
but now it's been a full year
and I couldn't remember that your favorite artist was Bon Jovi
and you smelled of shaving cream
and you hated the taste of coffee because it was bitter (similar to you)
and I almost forgot about your stretch marks that were a terrible insecurity, even though you're a boy.
I almost forgot about that Coldplay song, Strawberry Swing.
I almost forgot that your favorite color is green,
and you had an undying relationship with music,
which was always in your ear.
all these things used to cause me to cringe
until the day i forgot them,
and they came back,
but now you're forgiven and i'm almost completely healed.
you're the wound that caused
terrible bleeding and an itching scab
that I would peel off and cry about
but in the end you left a wonderful scar
that will bring back good memories
you're forgiven
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Blue isn't just a color.
Blue can be many things.
Blue is watching the waves spell summer with the sunset on the ocean at Ana Maria.
Blue is crying after finishing that wonderful french film and wondering what it would be like to have Leanne's life.
Blue is eating your favorite cookie doe ice cream and listening to Bon Jovi.
Blue is smelling 'Magnolia Bloom' thinking about your late grandma and missing the sound of her bickering and carefulness.
Blue is loving him even when he leaves you at your weakest because he still sounds like art and dead roses aren't so bad.
Blue is making every bit of the moon your own on the night of your birthday sitting on the roof drinking Cabernet Franc.
Blue is happiness and sunshine.
Blue is heartbreak and sleeplessness.
Blue is despair and loneliness.
Blue is love and pure kindness.
Blue is pure.
Blue is pure art.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
In songs from Canadian artist
To back street thugs
Saying she's the one they couldn't have
She went by many names
But I knew her real one
From Beethoven to Bon Jovi
Motionless in White to Hollywood Undead
They all wrote about her
When music became oxygen
And all I needed was a symphony
To mend broken lungs
Trying to catch the life
She ripped away from me
When light switches invaded chest cavities
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
The lines of distinction wear thin.
Where does the wave of influence stop and I begin
and where does my own wave begin,
what shore does it hit?
"No man is an island"
said Jon Bon Jovi, in a dream
illustrated by Nick Hornby.
I am no island.
I am no man.
Where does the string end and begin?
everything tangled up in fruitless plans
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
i can party all fucken day long
i never ever ever ever put a ****** foot wrong
i am listening to bon jovi cause he makes me feel ALIVE
makes me go home for thanksgiving and christmas
to eat a pumpkin pie
i don’t care how old i am, i just wanna party
and keep the big men sitting on their beds ready to go to sleep
bon jovi is so radical, and i like him cause outlook
but don’t take that the wrong way, for i am not gay
i just like his music, hey hey hey hey, it’s his music for i like to play
lay your hands on me lay your hands on me, get ya hands of me if ya wanna squeeze my dickie
i am not a man to a bully, i love to muck around
if you can’t except the tom, i will say, come on get down, now dudes
get ya hands off me get your hands off me get for i am not gay
bon jovi is singing about a woman he wants to *****
i am not pretty, for i am an ugly toad who loves life saying, PARTY ON DUDE
i don’t do being nice i don’t do being nasty, i do being cool
if you can’t except that, you are a tool
but i don’t believe in violence, but i wanna give conservos a boot up the ***
so, brian the cool person, goes about his way
to party hardy won’t sturdy mate i am cool
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
It's been too long
Since I saw your face
It's been too long
Since I told you
I love you
But would you hear me
If I said it again?
It's been too long
Since I sang to you
I hugged you
I kissed you
I loved you
It's been too long
Since I said
I need you
It's been too long
Since I let you know
I see you
And I fall in love
It's been too long
Since I wrote that song
Outside the school
About rain
But in the sun
It's been too long
Since love could see
All you mean
It's been too long
Since I lay my head
On your shoulder
And imagined
Wedding bells
Singing our love
As I kiss you
And promise
I am yours
Forever
It's been too long
Since I could slip
A love letter
Into your backpack
One that says
What Jon Bon Jovi
Says about love
"Love isn't a merry-go-round
It's a roller coaster"
It's been too long
Since I rode
That roller coaster
The ups are
Worth the downs
It's been too long
Since we were us
Like the new single
From Bon Jovi
Three days
After your birthday
you are just barely
Twenty-one
It's been too long
Since we were us
It's been too long
Since I had love
It's been too long
Since life was good
It's been too long
Since I had the love
Of the perfect person
Like a click
Of a puzzle
As you complete
Me
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
This shouldn't be a goodbye
But more a farewell
But not a farewell
Maybe a see you later
You saved me from myself
And taught me how to thrive
Without you I don't know
Where I'd be
With your help
I'm free and loved
I will never forget
Our times bumping music
Rap
To EDM
To alt rock
To even my favorite songs
That one time
Outside our dorm
There were the parties
There were the failures
And the successes
The losses
And the wins
You shielded me from evil
Without covering my eyes to it
I can't explain how
You changed my life
You made me see
I am not the devil
I am no demon
I deserve to live
To be loved
There was that night
Do you remember that night
I laugh and I laugh
At how I fell
Into the bushes
And I knew you would pull me up
Like you do every time I fall
I can't be mad at you
I can't because I know
That you've done more for me
Than I can repay
Crushing drinks
Eating pizza
Lighting my room
With strips of color
I can't list off
How you helped me
Feel normal
I'm not made fun of
Because I'm not the outcast
Instead I'm that guy
With a few savage comments
And a quirky sense of humor
Instead of a bad sense
From my darkest hour
You reached into the dark
And pulled me free
Inch by inch
Day by day
Success by success
Win by win
One by one
When you told me
Not to look back
One year
Or two
Or five
Not to see the evil
Of my past
But instead to see
The beauty of my future
And as you go off
To real life
You need to know
What I have to say
Before you go to war
You need to hear
These words
You are my brother
You are my friend
You are my hero
You are my green light
You are my starting line
You are my finish line
My goal
I want you to know
That the world
Will change
As will we
But I will never forget
What you've done for me
And although you're not a fan of him
I have to quote Jon Bon Jovi
He says:
"This isn't how the story ends
My friends it's just a fork along the road
Don't say your prayers
Say your amens
You've come this far
But you're still far from home
Don't say goodbye
Just say farewell
Write every line
You'll live to tell
Hold your head high
Like Harry
Give 'em hell"
He knows
What I want to tell you
Because I can't be you
For you
But I can try
To guide you
To stay you
To stay true
To the values
You put in me
For one day
I will see the karma
As you become a millionaire
And find love
And you'll look back
And know that I've been wishing
For this upon you
Because of all you did
For me
Thank you
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
We never realize
how much someone
means to us
until we meet them after we've lost them.
That's how it is,
and that's how it will always be.
We haven't met yet.
Not after what happened.
So here I stay.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Still stuck in July.
Listening to all our,
Bon Jovi sound tracks.
Sipping week old coffee,
and wondering.
What would have happened to us,
if things hadn't gone wrong.
In our little white cabin.
Calling for you.
Begging you to listen.
Day and night.
So tell me love,
can you hear me?
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
You are part of my future
I hope
I quote Bon Jovi a lot
About you
He says what I can’t
He says
“I want you
Like the roses want the rain
I need you
Like the poet needs the pain”
He’s right
Love at first sight
But real
It’s like I can’t be too close to beauty
I wear bug spray
That only works
On butterflies
I want you
Like you are in my mind
I picture sitting
Across from you at family dinners
Looking you in the eye
Like we share some big secret
You in a blue dress
Spinning in a meadow
More beautiful
Than the flowers
I picture my first
Real smile
Smiling back
At your glee
I picture
A slow dance
In a crowd
But we don’t care
We don’t see them
I picture
You in a raincoat
Enjoying the rain
Because it helps
The flowers
I picture
A dinner for two
Near the window
Overlooking the sea
I picture
The sea itself
When I look into
Your sea-green eyes
I talk myself down
Then shut the f**k up
I sing a song
About love
Jon Bon Jovi says
“I never wanted the stars
Never shot for the moon
I like them right where they are
All I wanted was you”
I want you
To want me
But if you ever need
As JBJ said
“Someone beside you
Someone to cry to”
I am here
For you
I want to do
Anything you want me to
I would take you to
A pop concert
Even though
I hate pop
Hell
I would go to a
Yankees game for you
But I know
You like the Sox
So no big deal
I picture
Dark clouds
Clearing out
I want to sing to you
And play you the guitar
And drum a rhythm
On my leg
As I wait for you
To get ready
I want to lose myself
In your eyes
I picture
Growing old
And sitting beside you
On the porch
Looking back
At all those memories
That haven’t happened yet
Material goods blind us
Experiences shape us
But you turn
Me to us
You are the link
Neither material good
Nor experience
I picture
Us
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC