Poems

I'm feeling poetic today. so here are some compositions...

Like a Book

I'm a book.
Like my cover?
Wait 'til you look inside.

The real story is in the chapters of my life.
Open the pages and you'll get to know the real me.
It takes time...have patience.

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This is the story of myBaby & me

Admired but overlooked.
Befriended me.
Pleased yet ignored.
Rejected you.

I turned as you halted.
Thought I'd be followed.
Didn't see you behind me.

Out of sight...
lost, dazed, confused.
Didn't know where the road was goin'.

Out of nowhere,
you appeared.
Saved me from my loneliness.

I said, "Come, let's take the road together."
You declined,
yet took my hand.

Complexities.
The road not taken.

Free spirits.
Led to the fields...
into the dark woods.
Brought me to paradise.

I love you hon!

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For myBaby...

Oh Sweet Reverie!

I can’t sleep.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
I like the way you make me feel special.
It makes me smile just thinking about you,

Remembering every inch of your body,
your smile,
the creases of your cheeks,
your eyes.

I remember how close are bodies were,
breathing gently,
kissing my ears softly…it tingles,
swaying to the music of the wind.

It feels wonderful!
We’re dancing on the clouds.
It’s like touching the heavens above.
It’s surreal…ecstasy!

Full of love,
full of promises we can’t await.
We locked our hands and made our lips touch…
it weakens my knees.

I want this to be forever,
but alas I wake in somber.
In the faint of dawn I wonder,
was it real or just a dream?

Yet every morning of everyday
I wake up to this bittersweet reverie,
Then I see you standing…
waiting.

One touch of your hand
I know that it’s real
It was then I realized
You have made my dream come true.

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This one's written by a lovely friend...

~Addicted to Love~

An image full of strength
I slowly see fade away on the mirror
It grasps to be seen, to be visible
As if holding on to the peak of life
But as she knew, she failed
No matter how hard she tries to escape it,
She simply can't
Addicted to love, addicted to pain,
That is what she is
Her once beautiful innocent image
Will forever be gone
She stares back at me one last time
Shamefully, she cries
Shamefully, she admits
Love captured her once again

by:Chari


my 'lil sistah Chari