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Nice Feet

It wasn’t the first and certainly not the last,
A compliment about my feet has been made in the past.
It was pleasant to look at, yes for sure!
Long and well kept, an envy to me that had no cure.
My feet had led me to places near and far.
But it had its days, it had its war.
At times it would ache, the veins would cry out.
It would hurt a lot making me shout!
They don’t know the pain sometimes,
All they’d know is my feet are nice,

Come Out, Come Out

Woke up and saw a light
It glistened
It glimmered
It was shining like no other

A peep at my window I took
Mister moon was there
Beauty in all its grace and elegance
What a sight to see!

I took a moment
As I stepped outside
And I thanked God for all His wonderful creations

I fell in love…

…but that was before.
I thought it would not end,
I thought it was for sure.

But that was before
I do not regret it,
I feel no bitterness,
I feel free now.

Free to know myself more,
Free to be myself,
Free to just be.

I may fall in love again someday
But not soon
Not yet
Not now

He told me I was beautiful and I believed him.
He said I’d be gorgeous if I were a bit more slim.
I took his words and did my best,
To try and make jealous of the rest.
I hardly ate, exercised a lot but even then,
He had eyes for others so that was when,
I decided to give him up.
I realized my happiness would not stop
If I let him go.

He said I was beautiful and I took the compliment,
But never will I ever let his words be my supplement
To my happiness

Moonlight kisses me on my forehead
Daylight makes me smile
Sand beneath my feet
Waves waving by
Butterflies and flowers, complete my day

Will you be there to stand by me, will you stay?
When I become annoying and noisy,
Will you understand even when I can be a bit bossy?
When my hands have seen better days,
Will you still hold them anyway?
If my memory fades and I often forget,
Will you tell me our story so I may remember it?
When all else fails, when everything breaks,
Will you show our love is true and not one to fake?

He looks at her so lovingly,

Smiles secretly,
And falls in love with her, knowingly.

He readily gives his heart out
Perfectly knowing she’ll break it apart.
To the sky he shouts,
“She owns my heart!”
Even though her feelings do not equal his.

He is but a work of fiction,
Of books and of movies.
He exists only in the mind.
But if he were real,
He’d be a gem like rubies.

How can I make a rhyme?

Using your name and mine?
Do they even go together?
Are they meant for each other?

Maybe they aren’t meant to be
Not even in rhymes or poems
Even words can’t lie
Maybe there just isn’t a you and I

I crave…

For you and think of you a lot
I’d like to take my time when I’m around you
Oh, how I long for you!
You bring joy to me
Your smell, your taste
Oh food! I know you will not break my heart

Maria Michaela

My attention is on you
But I do not want to rush this time.
I observe
I take note
I wait
And I am contented.
Maybe someday or even if not, it will still be alright

Maria Michaela


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