Tumultuous Thursday


There where thousands of smiles

Hundreds of hand holding moments

The illusion of love was meant to be seen

But look closer to her eyes and you will see

Her lover was not her hero, no he was her enemy

Everyone had been right,

Everyone knew he was right

He wasn’t good, only she couldn’t see.

Love can blind you sometimes, and you will easily be deceived

Poems on Sunday


Laughing, crying, happy, and sad

Feeling like the weather, cloudy and bad

Blowing winds with anger, then rainbows in the sky

I’m smiling, I’m happy then boom,my eyes I can’t seem to keep them dry

I feel a storm brewing inside of me

I hope it’s not a hurricane, tornado, just something windy

So emotional, I am, trying to sooth the turmoil anyway I can

Poems on Sunday


Reserved, only for you

I’m looking high and low

I’m searching for you


Holding back my feelings

Keeping them in check

Don’t want to look crazy nor loose your respect


Waiting,hoping, soon you will see me too

I’m looking to the future, perhaps I will see you

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