Wonderful In White

They’re all marching

Arm in arm

Everyone smiling

Pearly whites showing

Cameras flashing

He waits, excitedly shivering

Looking like Prince Charming

Or a knight in armor shining

His eyes, they seem like dancing

In the altar I arrive

He smiles as we wait for his bride

And I wonder

Would I look wonderful in white?

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Why Am I Single? (Part 1)

They ask

And I questioned myself.

I wondered what’s wrong with me

I wondered what others may have that I don’t

I wondered

Had self doubt

Felt lonely

I wanted to get away from everyone

I felt ridiculed

I was hurt

They question me…

Your Story

I sometimes sit and just wonder

What became of us

We might not have found each other

Or we may have but made too little fuss.
I wonder if you wonder if I exist, if there is really a “destiny”

And if you do what could have been, had I chosen you

I wonder what you’d share to me

I wonder about your story

I wonder if your wondering why we haven’t or never met

In A Trance

Speechless,

In awe,

Transfixed,

Hypnotized,

Fascinated and mesmerized by the beauty so wonderful.

No matter how many times I see the sunrise, I feel I am always in a trance.

Dream Job

Why is it that I wonder what I feel I could be?

To do what I love and maybe love what I do

To be able to do what some are able to

To work buy don’t feelit as work

To pursue what I feel fits me truly
In this world of practicality

I wonder what might have been

Or what could be

If I do what I truly want

One Wonderer

I look up to the sky

Wondering if I could ever be

What I wanted

What I dreamed of

Or will I be one of the wonderers

Always thinking

Always dreaming of what could be

Imagine It

A mind at peace

And the world too

Natural wonders and beauty 

Everlasting calmness

The sun rises and sets with always a new light!

Oh wouldn’t it be great if it were?

I Reflect On Where I’m At

And I wonder

Sometimes I ask

Am I where I’m supposed to be?

And then I look at what I have

And I realize, I am

I have more than I asked for

It’s a matter of perspective 

Seeing life as a glass half full

Or half empty

Or just seeing the glass itself

I wonder if you would ever….

….ever say a word
Ever say if there is something
Something that you’re feeling
Feeling anything special
Special, am I?

I don’t want to overthink
Think too much
Much to think about
And so, I wait for the faithful day

Wonder Woman

I grow tired too
Being strong all the time can have its brink
Like you, I too feel blue
I’m not all super like you think

I can be weak you know
The weight can be too much sometimes
Even though I refuse to let it show
Because getting exhausted seems such a crime

I’m not all of what you think I am
For even with this strength,
I’m allowed to get tired too, am I not?