Posted in heartbroken, original

The What If That Got Away

I’ve never been the first choice

That’s the truth

And that’s why it hurts
I’m always the what if

The maybe

The possibly

The last choice
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I hope

That I too was the could have been

The would have been

The first pick

The one that got away

Posted in love, original

A Someone

Sometimes we just need a someone

Specially when it feels like no one

Is on our side
And sometimes when I get lonely

I imagine being with my one and only

And wonder, what if I too had a someone

Posted in original, Stories About Jeffrey

If He Came Across This Poem

I took a chance

I fell in love

He caught me with a glance

He’s the one I’m dreaming of

And when he looks at me

He sees right through

But doesn’t quite see

The kind of girl he sees in you

 

I’m kind of jealous ’cause I met him first

But I guess that doesn’t really count

It’s just I feel betrayed, I had him at his worst

But I guess it doesn’t add up to any amount

Where did I go wrong?

I often ask myself

I made it kind of obvious, as suggested by the song

Couldn’t he have felt it himself?

 

I’m loosing my mind

It’s time to let go

I have to leave it all behind

Because I am my own foe

If by chance he ever gets to read this

Which I highly doubt

It is not written out of bitterness, but out of sadness

And I guess tha’s all he needs to know

Posted in favorites, special

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run —
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

– Rudyard Kipling