Love is a terrible thing-
The heart breaks to thousand pieces
Thousand of wishes spread across the ocean like dust
The anguish and guilt of shameless thoughts are burnt
Ashes suppressing concealed hunger and desires
Of hidden blushes and flirtatious eyes
Love is a terrible thing-
Un-return, the heart shatters
Heartfelt thunders soon follow lonesome rain drops,
The angels are crying, oh how I love you so,
The words’ used and tossed like a sack of rice
The birds, not at church, are feeding in the park
Love is a terrible thing-
The emotions evoked unseen thoughts
A cocoon of bashful feelings
Dreams and hopes burned like a witch
In Salem’s town square, I long and prayed
No answer, what have I done wrong?
Love is a terrible thing-
For once the heart knows and recognizes
It kinship, it travels across time and space
No doubt, a heart sits and waits for its better half
Neither wealth nor beauty can play a foul game
Love in the end is a terrible thing-
For now that I had a taste, I want no other
I would wait and affirm the rightful heir to my heart
Thousand of wishes, and thousand of kisses,
All left unshared, concealed in vivid purity
Love is a terrible thing-
For sure when the heart stops beating
Love will continue, diffusing no patience for death
Love will continue, until better souls meet half way—again.
Love is a terrible thing- for once the heart experience love
It settles for no less, contentment plays no part.
how sweet your smile, the day you were born
How soft your touch, as you looked into my eyes
The love I felt each time we touched—a soul complete
Because I’ve loved you so much
You’re neither gone nor forgotten, because you live in me
Your love shall never leave for it is etched into my heart
And your presence is never gone for I feel you’re with me
Somewhere lost in time, without a doubt I know you
In the eyes of god and man I remember you
In my heart you shall not die,
For you live within that sacred place,
Called… my heart… I remember you
I remember you…on Christmas day, the warmth in your smile
The softness of your touch and that soulful tone in your voice
I remember you…as a child I walked with you, hand in hand
And kissed the rose-tinted colors of your cheeks,
You helped me as a child when you told me not to cry
And in the essence of your eyes I followed you
To that blessed place that showed…
With you I will always be loved
Mother….I remember you, for you gave life and showed me the woman I could be
Sister….we share a bond no one can break
My friend… I remember you, for in you I found confidence
Grandmother … for it was your love that guided me to the person I am today
Great Grandmother…I remember you for it was you who showed me, how to make my first cupcake
My love….In the midst of time when nothing else matters—I found you
A thousand nights for the rest of my life I will remember you,
A lifetime I prayed for you
I’ve always loved you
forever…I will remember
In memory of Gladys Joanne Charlotte Schuster
(1918-2007)
It’s there, patiently waiting
The loneliness slowly skulking
Secretly entering the corner of my eyes
I try not to blink. Please don’t blink.
The tears won’t stop.
Breathe
Breathe
I can do this!
I been through worst then this
But at the moment comparison doesn’t come close
I should know better, I’m stronger then this-
Breathe
Breathe
Waiting, I keep waiting
Every word is a knife cutting me deeply
The layers peeling like Spanish onions
The layers uncovering like Russian Dolls
Breathe
Breathe
I can do this; of course I can do this!
I have been through this before:
13- Daddy left
20- Mama left
Now am older, wiser, but some how
The pain is stronger, the tears unstoppable
I don’t know whose next?
I don’t want promises, love, and peace
I want to fight so that way when you leave,
The pain, will be numb, dead-
Breathe
Breathe
Somehow between reminding myself to breathe
I forgot to live.
Unknown
Nobody Counting tears left un-shed Questions never answered Tombstone left unmarked A loner Forgotten Soul never entwine with another Wishes untrue Love un-returned Neither, neither felt nor held Lost Born alone So I die- Alone
She whispers-
Things he been longing to hear.
The falseness of the duration
Made no matter for he had
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He looks into her EY ES
And notice a sudden change;
Her brown eyes, beautiful they are
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