Free Will

If people were robots 

I could make you 

Love me

I could make you 

Kiss me

Over and 

Over again

But people are not robots

And I cannot make you 

Love me

Or kiss me

Over and

Over again 

I cannot make you 

Greet me

Or smile at me 

Or laugh with me

Or talk to me

You are not a robot and

You have 

Your own

Free will

Please Hurry!

I promised to love
My whole life through

I promised to care
Only ever for you

I promised with all
The love in my heart

That we would never
Be broken apart

And so I wait alone
While you are away

For your quick return
Please hurry, I pray!

(I read this poem to my daughter and she said it is cheesy. Hmm. Cheesy)

Questions

What is it about her

That made him choose?

Is it the way she walks

Or talks or shades her hair

Is it the way she smiles

Or laughs or has no care

Is it her confidence

Her energy

Her life or spirit

Is it her eyes so brown

Exuberant, alive

What is it about her

I wish I knew!

What is it about me

That made me lose?

 

Strangers

Waterloo Station

We were lovers
We were friends
We laughed and
Also, we cried
When I mourned
Your arms comforted
Your gentle hands drying
The tears of my eyes
And then we said goodbye
With a final kiss I walked away
And when I see you now
We are nothing more than
Strangers passing by

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/final/

Maze

I navigated the maze 

Of my emotions

To be led

By love

To you 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/maze/

Fading Away

Words are fading 

With every pill I take 

Calmness overtakes 

The constant dull angst 

And carries my poetry

Away 

Wisdom

Being needed is a helpful therapy. It brings purpose to our lives, and a reason for living. There are a few people that need me in their lives. My daughter and I were chatting and I mentioned to her, if anything happens to you or your brother, I will not be able to live, I cannot live without either of you. And she replied, very wisely, yes you can, because your dad loves you and needs you. I said to her, your father would look after my dad. She replied by saying, no, your dad doesn’t need my father, he needs You. 💝

Temporary

A temporary joy 

Will never feed

A lost and thirsty soul.

For as the pleasure 

Fades and dies

A bleeding heart 

Will always cry.

A lasting peace

Is found inside 

Safe within  

A quiet heart.

Feel the love 

Tap into peace

And feed your soul

Forevermore!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/temporary/