Poem for the week.
You
When I thought all my dreams had been dreamed,
and all my memories seemed to bring me down.
You came out of the sunset and scattered sunshine all around.
When my heart was all in ashes and piled upon the floor.
Your smile filled my skies like a rainbow and healed up every sore.
When it seemed my pain would last forever, and my sorrow never end,
you touched my mind with your bright smiling eyes and gently called me friend.
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Poem for the week.
I don’t want to think about the future.
I don’t want to talk about the past.
I don’t want to sit and question
“Is this the one that’s going to last?”
I don’t want to try to own your heart,
to keep it securely locked out of sight.
I don’t want to tie you down, I would
rather you flew like a soaring kite.
I don’t want to be the one you feel forced to
depend on always being there.
I don’t want to be the one where you feel
smothered and panic for lack of air.
I want to be a meadow, a comfort, a thought
that brings a smile.
And when you dare to dream, may you
dream that maybe we will last awhile.
Who knows? With time, I’ll be the whisper
you’ve been waiting years to hear.
Who knows with time maybe the thought of me
not being in your life might bring a tear.
I want us to smell the roses, take it step by
step, see just what today might hold in store.
If we are still together after many
tomorrows, only then do we dare to ask for more.
I don’t want to think about the future.
I don’t want to talk about the past.
I don’t want to sit and question
“Is this the one that’s going to last?”
I don’t want to try to own your heart,
to keep it securely locked out of sight.
I don’t want to tie you down, I would
rather you flew like a soaring kite.
I don’t want to be the one you feel forced to
depend on always being there.
I don’t want to be the one where you feel
smothered and panic for lack of air.
I want to be a meadow, a comfort, a thought
that brings a smile.
And when you dare to dream, may you
dream that maybe we will last awhile.
Who knows? With time, I’ll be the whisper
you’ve been waiting years to hear.
Who knows with time maybe the thought of me
not being in your life might bring a tear.
I want us to smell the roses, take it step by
step, see just what today might hold in store.
If we are still together after many
tomorrows, only then do we dare to ask for more.
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