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We Crossed

I am nowhere and so are you

My thoughts are everywhere but not on you

We crossed paths but never looked or saw each other

A glance

But not truly seeing

You ponder but not about me

Our sights crossed

And then we looked away at the possibility

Of us

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Office With A View

“Good morning”, says the sun

Bright and early it appears.

Beyond the horizon, out at sea

Oh! The day looks clear.

Silence, as this side of the world wakes

Silence, the only thing I hear.

I start my day with a view like this.

PS. I took the above picture from my office’s roof deck.

Waiting, Waited, We Wait

You made me wait, didn’t you?

You stood there in silence, watching me from afar

You waited too, didn’t you?

Waited until I was ready to welcome you in

And now we stand

Face to face

Waiting for someone to make a move

Milk and Eggs

Morning…

Breakfast…

Cup and coffee?

How about…

A glass

Warm water

Milk?

Pan…

Stove…

Break and beat

Or boil in water

Hard boiled or maybe scrambled

Ahhhh dream breakfast

Bikini

Bikinis,

Cute, stylish, colorful

Bikinis,

They make me bashful

For they’re made for women of slimmer figure

And they always me make insecure.

Bikinis,

I’ve never worn one without shirt and shorts

Bikinis,

They make me wish I did sports

To get that confidence in looking great

But instead, my body I tend to hate.

Bikinis,

A piece of clothing

Cause of my loathing

See Myself Thin

It’s not funny

I’m self conscious…all the time

I look at the mirror

Try to cheer myself up

Gain the confidence

But it gets depleted with each people who look at me funny.

The skinny can easily find clothes that fit

The heavy….well, we often struggle

My self esteem has left years ago

So I curl up on my bed

And hide in my room

I Didn’t Call

He waited

Or did he?

Tick tock goes the clock

I sat there

Phone on the table

I didn’t want to

Or maybe just couldn’t.

The phone and I sat there

While on the other side, he waited

The Flowers

“Did you like the flowers? “, he asked shyly

I didn’t know how to answer

Flowers were never my thing really

Maybe some tulips would have been better than roses

Chocolates I love but would prefer books anyday

How can I break it to him gently

And say, “these flowers aren’t my thing, but then again, maybe it’s you that I’m not into”

Lipstick Mark

Like a stamp

It sticks and stays

It lingers in my coffee cup.

My femininity, embeded

A mark of my presence

My existence

My being.

Shades of pink, purple, burgundy, black, nude, and red

Shows my mood.

Each mark left behind,

Is a mark of excellence

How Is The Heart?

It formed and grew

Learned to love and trust

Learned to fall

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And ultimately break

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Learned to stand up

Be strong and move on

Learned to be okay

Be whole

By being on its own

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