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Back To Earth

And I hate that I am in love with the man on the moon

While I am stuck here on earth.

I hate that I’m in love with the stars that are his eyes

While I do nothing but look up and gaze in admiration.

I send kisses through comets with the hope he receives them well.

In return, he sends falling stars with the hopes he may fall to earth, back to me…..someday.

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Kind Of Man

Gentle and soft enough

Apart from being tough

Who knows how to get rough

And yet still a gentleman

I’m not looking for the perfect guy

I don’t want someone who would bribe me with the material things he can buy

I want the things money can’t buy

The kind of man who’s got talent, funny, and smart

The one that likes to talk to me, for a start

The kind who’s not obsessive

Not possessive

The kind that let’s me do my thing

The kind that makes me feel the “zing”

That’s my kind of man

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The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

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She Was Man Enough

She held her tongue 

She held her ground

She could have made a lot of noise 

But she chose not to make a sound.
She could have given up

She could have called it quits 

She held on despite being broken

And she picked up the all the tiny bits.
She never surrendered even when she could have

She’s strong,

Stronger than you think

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The Man

He was the man
He was the one
He was the reason
He was full of fun

He was simple
He was silent
He was awkward
He was radiant

He was all
He was something
He was “it”
He wasn’t nothing

He had, as she realized, the potential to be the one
He was, what she feared to be the man

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The List

I was asked so many times
No answer was quite certain
I could have collected thousands of dimes
Or just ended with a closed curtain

But then, myself I asked
What is the kind of man I want?
I made a list, which was such a task,
In hopes a wish may be granted.

I’d like for him to be
Someone who truly cares for me
Someone who will be
My eyes, when I cannot see

A man I can talk to about anything and everything
A man who listens, even when he says nothing
One who knows how to make me laugh
And continues to do so even when I’ve had enough

A man who will comfort me in sadness
And lifts me up in happiness
A man who argues but never fights
One who teaches me wrong from right

A man who’s shoulder I can lean on
A man who tells me not to quit, and to go on
One who loves me, and whose love is real
But above all loves God,
This is my deal