Posted in miscellaneous, original

Thinking Of Mr. Darcy

I can’t stay still
Perhaps it’s my mind or lack of will
A man such as himself
How can I ever deny?

He is an enigma
Or at least he tries to be.
In the end,
He gives way to love
As I give way to him

Posted in love, original

Dare I ask for love?

Is it something I need or just want?
Is it to validate my self worth,
Or due to the pressures of society?

Most often, I must confess,
I know not what I want.
I do know I CAN live without it.

But should God give it to me just because He knows I need it,
Then let it be.

Posted in original, writing

Feeling Like A Poet

The drops of rain are so fine that from afar
You’d think it’s a mist, a fog.
No snow has ever fallen here but this is the closest thing
we got.

The rain is soothing, calming
The bed weather is making lazy almost everyone
As for me, it makes me feel like being poetic about it

Posted in love, original

Same Song

I used to sing of love songs
I used to write about love
I smiled at my stars
And thanked the heavens above

Then came the heartbreak
The crying and the rains
The sad realization
And the pains

Then I learned to let go
Move on, for real
No bitterness

In some ways, afraid to fall once more

And then you

I may sing the same song once more
But, I’m more than ready if that happens

Posted in original, Relationship

Observing

I don’t mind my view
Because I get to see a whole lot of you.
Your smile and your being keen to things around
Though you keep it at a low,
I know.

You’re observing, I can tell
So am I, and I think you’re well aware.
I know better than to expect anything
The observation continues,
And I wouldn’t change a thing.