Here I am

Hear I am again,

imperfect and flawed,

made crippled and lame,

by the things I adored.



I'm feeling the heat

its not been a breeze

and i have to admit

life's got me on my knees



I look left and right

turn from side to side

there's no one in sight

none to confide



and i wish i could say

i came to you first

began to pray

chosen you erst



But I gave in to pride,

thought I could get on alone.

but I wept and cried

can't do it on my own.


Hear I am again,

imperfect and flawed,

made crippled and lame,

by the things I adored

Friend

We don't have much in common;

from the run down shoes you wear

to your total disregard for for beauty of Wordsworth.

From the ring on you eye brow,

to the mismatched clothes you insist on calling trendy.

But friend, I'll have you know,

I love you anyway

Teach me

You want me to give me a gift...
any gift you say?
Then teach me how to laugh again,
to stretch my lips in a smile.
Life's been so busy
and in living it
I somehow forgot how to smile;
how to laugh till my ribs hurt,
how to laugh till tears flow.
I want to be merry and chirpy
and sunny and joyful.
Give me one day of merry laughter,
I want to remember what it was like.
You want to give me a gift,
teach me how to laugh

A Quote

The things I say and do today
In memory's book, I'll keep,
And when I'm old and read them-
Will I laugh or will I weep?

Unknown

Just so you know...

If you'd asked,
I would have given it all up for you.
If you'd said something,
I would have put my bags down and stayed.
If you'd given me a sign,
I would have fought on with you.

Just so you know..
If you'd asked,
I would have given it all up for you.

Whisper in the wind

Hush!
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
If you lean a little closer,
if you lie a little still,
you can hear it.
Its in the wind,
its in the breeze.
and think its saying my name.
When I feel alone,
I close my eyes and
shut out the world's noise.
I hear you whisper my name
and I know am not alone.

PS: am sorry i can't go on with the story, i thought i could but am afraid my thoughts run a lot faster than i can write, it get's frustrating and may be am just lazy, i don't know but i feel i can say more in a poem than i ever could in a story.