I thought by now I'd realize
that Tuesday's never come.
I'm lying here by myself
because Tuesday never comes.
You promised me a Tuesday.
I'm sitting here, waiting patiently
because Tuesdays never come.
Every day's a Tuesday
waiting here for you.
I guess I'll be waiting here forever
because Tuesday Never Comes.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Poem 11
When it is dark
and everyone is asleep
I lie awake and look at the stars.
In the depths of the midnight sky
I see your face
and I wonder,
Do you see me when you look at the stars?
and everyone is asleep
I lie awake and look at the stars.
In the depths of the midnight sky
I see your face
and I wonder,
Do you see me when you look at the stars?
Poem 10
Every love letter I write is inspired by you
But words on paper will never reach you.
So I scream and shout.
Sometimes I pull my hair out in a mad race to snag a piece of your soul.
These words in my head, a sad song they sing.
A mournful melody played on my heartstrings.
But you'll never see what you mean to me
Reading words on paper and listening to me scream.
But words on paper will never reach you.
So I scream and shout.
Sometimes I pull my hair out in a mad race to snag a piece of your soul.
These words in my head, a sad song they sing.
A mournful melody played on my heartstrings.
But you'll never see what you mean to me
Reading words on paper and listening to me scream.
Poem 9
Beautiful words
Written in pen
A million thoughts,
Tiny cyclones spinning out of control in my head.
Written in pen
A million thoughts,
Tiny cyclones spinning out of control in my head.
Poem 8
Memories etched in skin
Reflections of a losing battle or points earned in war.
Reminders of people who have stabbed me in the back.
Sutures on a broken heart when people get too close.
A forced look at the past.
Reflections of a losing battle or points earned in war.
Reminders of people who have stabbed me in the back.
Sutures on a broken heart when people get too close.
A forced look at the past.
Poem 7
Holding closely to an image
No words need to be spoken.
To capture his essence with words
Would be criminal.
His picture says it all.
He is like the mirage,
The desired spring in the Sahara desert.
But like the mirage,
Every step closer is a step further away.
No words need to be spoken.
To capture his essence with words
Would be criminal.
His picture says it all.
He is like the mirage,
The desired spring in the Sahara desert.
But like the mirage,
Every step closer is a step further away.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Poem 6
You sit there staring at me
and as the seconds pass
I'm getting more confused.
What's behind your beautiful brown eyes
that's got me so scared?
Why can't I tell you how I feel?
How I want to be beside you
through whatever happens
and how I want to trust you.
What's in your eyes that has me so shaken
that whenever I look into them
everything I'd been thinking crumbles
and I forget what I'm going to say?
What is it about your eyes that makes
me want to stay beside you forever
no matter how mad you make me?
And what is it about you that has me
falling for you without knowing
if you'll be there to catch me?
and as the seconds pass
I'm getting more confused.
What's behind your beautiful brown eyes
that's got me so scared?
Why can't I tell you how I feel?
How I want to be beside you
through whatever happens
and how I want to trust you.
What's in your eyes that has me so shaken
that whenever I look into them
everything I'd been thinking crumbles
and I forget what I'm going to say?
What is it about your eyes that makes
me want to stay beside you forever
no matter how mad you make me?
And what is it about you that has me
falling for you without knowing
if you'll be there to catch me?
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