Posted in life, original

Salty Hair, Sandy Feet

Salty hair, sandy feet

Listen to your heart beat

Beating with the flow of the waves

Look at the way it misbehaves.

The seashells beautify the shore

They let your worries disappear, they are no more.

Bury your feet on the sand

This simple life, isn’t it grand?

Salty hair and sandy feet

This life is simple but complete.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in love, original

Infatuated

A smile so natural, you don’t know what it does to me.

Hoping someday you’ll see

That you and I could become “we”

Or “us”

That would be a plus!

There’s nothing else to discuss.

I hope to me, you’d be interested

Because with myself, I am infuriated

As I can’t keep straight the things I’ve stated

I am much too infatuated

with you.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, Something for Tom

Haven’t

I haven’t forgotten about you

I haven’t forgotten your smile,

Precious and alluring.

I haven’t forgotten your laugh

Or your voice that’s powerful and soothing.

I try to replace all the traces of you

But I haven’t the slightest clue

No idea what to do.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Fix Me

I cried in silence

I didn’t want anyone to know.

Not that no one cared

I just thought they wouldn’t understand.

They may think I’m fickle

They may think I just want to be noticed.

So I say nothing

Pretend I’m fine

Fake a smile

And laugh a lie

But I’m broken and I know I need to fix myself

©Maria Michaela

Posted in life, original

Retired

I stayed out late until it was pitch dark,

I sat on the grass, reclining on the tree bark.

The noise of the city

Fading in the distance slowly.

I bask under the glow and beauty of the sunset,

I take in the view while listening to the House Sparrow’s duet.

I stretch my arms and legs, grateful for this moment

Looking forward to more days like this on my retirement.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in eating / losing weight, original

Enough

How thin is thin?

When will it be enough?

Count the carbs

Count the calories

Count the pounds and the kilograms

Count the tears

Count the frustrations

Count the failures and the success

But when will it all end?

How thin is thin?

When will I be enough?

©Maria Michaela