If the world be taken from me
And all I have is dust
I will pray on my knees
I will pray for more trust
To know you are my father
And I am your child
You will never forsake me
I’ll never run wild
I will pray for more joy
I will pray for more love
I will pray for your grace
And more trust from above
Uncontrolled fingers
Run across blank slates
Releasing captive thoughts
Flying wild across
Unsuspecting landscapes
I hold my tongue
I tape my mouth
I blind my eyes
But fingers pried free
Betray
I am waiting for love
I am waiting for Thee
I am waiting for patience
I am waiting to see
What thou hast in store for me
What thou heart has planned
The depth of thy mercy
The grace from thy hand
I am waiting, dear Lord
Hear my soul prayer
Grant me thy vision
Lend me thy ear
So I could hear fully
And I could know trust
That thy way is best
I will wait if I must
And I don’t care if you know it, because all I do is write poetry and books and blogs and not even tell you, and what is my life worth anyway if I can’t even tell you how I feel, and I loved you from when I first set eyes on you and you took my breath away, and I loved you from when I traced my fingers over your lips and you kissed me in the sweetest moment, and I loved every moment that we spent alone together, and in the end I hated the ghosting, and it’s over now, and I still
Love you
Each day I live
Every breath I take
Words fall from my fingers
Color my tears
Sketch my hopes
Outline my fears
Highlight my joys
I am and therefore
I write
Good, positive, exciting things
Please come my way
Lift me up
Carry my tears away
I know you will
I know you’re there
I’ve called your name
I’m out to meet you
Come here to stay
I am filled with so much pain
A torment sitting right behind my eyes
Threatening to push out the well of tears
I hold back the gates, force them to stay closed
A lone drop escapes and falls
Leaving a smudge against the
Solitary pillow
My world is so small
I invite the universe
To expand my vision
Infinitely
I thought I saw him today but I was mistaken, but before I was mistaken I felt that jolt in my stomach of butterflies, and then I thought I heard him and this time I was not mistaken, he appeared out of nowhere all cheerful and with people and then disappeared again so quickly, he never greeted and I never greeted, and my heart is broken, the pieces are scattered all over the floor because I simply
Miss him
Being my own worst enemy
Hand extended for the next best
Sugar rush
Sugar crush
Sickly sweet
High.
My hand was stilled.
Poems and Petals 