fearlessly daring and heartfully caring, a support role model
bruises don't
cover up lies,
just his Alibi,
falsest of his
burning tree
and the brave
of little hands
reaching out
to any angels
listening here,
stop my abuse,
here of dearest.
HOME IS NOT SAFE.
loving
caring
giving
sharing
he’s a very loving, caring, man
and known for his giving, sharing, plan
Looking for love may not succeed
Learning to love may help indeed
Letting love flow, may be the seed
Lift another by doing a loving deed
Love others first, take the lead
Lady or gent, please do not plead
Lasting love is drawn to a need
Faithful
Reliable
Intune
Endearing
Nurturing
Dedicated
Sharing
Good intensions
Are worthless,
Until they are acted upon
And completed.
Forgive the day, the sun did not shine, for we needed the cloud to bring the rain.
Forgive the mother and father, that was not perfect, for they loved you with all they had.
Forgive the friend who hurt you, for they were misunderstood.
Forgive the wife and husband who left you, for they did you a favor because they could not be with you.
Forgive all of life's hurtful moments, and seek the good ones, make memories that can never leave you.
Forgive yourself for bad choices, and remember them when you make new ones.
Forgiveness is a gift you can give yourself and take with you throughout life and into the next.
He says we're just friends,
But if I don’t Talk for a single day,
He grows restless,
searching for my voice or my text.
When I rest my head upon his shoulder,
His hand finds my cheek, gentle and caring,
—As if protecting something precious.
When he takes my hand in his,
It feels like an unspoken promise,
—A quiet vow lingering between our fingers.
As we walk together, the world slows down,
And the destination seems far away,
As if time itself wears a crown.
—As if Universe itself conspires to keep us near.
He says we’re just friends,
But sometimes, it feels like more.
It feels like he loves me—not as a friend,
But as a man loves a woman, deeply, wholly.
Yet still, he says we’re just friends...
—Beloved
—And I wonder—does his heart whisper differently?
"A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world." - Leo Buscaglia
I need not many friends in this my life~
A few will suffice, if they do wonders,
As caring and kind as a loyal wife,
Their presence resounds like distant thunders.
More beauty is found in a single rose
Than in weeds that overrun a garden.
Their sheer numbers often bring many throes,
And for their wrongs, they offer no pardon.
Flee far from my life in your vast number,
Find a place to rest, lost in your slumber.
not caring
as his car disappears
down the long road
we traveled together
not caring where the road
took us ... once long ago
her fairytale
has no happy ending
after all
Thank You for your wise words,
I learnt to be smart in stealing,
Stealing other’s hearts with my kind-words,
Which is filled like yours with meaning.
Thank You for your warm heart,
I learnt to be worth-adoring,
And stay awake and help others,
Even when I can hear their snoring.
Thank You for your lovely look,
Now I can fluently cook,
Cook heart-warming stories for those little children,
Who have nobody to pin their cloth’s hook.
Thank You for everything,
Without you- I am nothing,
Yet you gave me many things,
By which I can now fly and also make the world fly with wings.
I have seen you in pain,
And have also seen what others from it do gain,
I have seen you in joy,
And also how others around you, then, enjoy.
I have seen you in love,
When you hug her with the thought of Now,
I have also seen you cope,
All the odd situations you faced with hope.
I have seen you in my dream,
You are my cake’s sweet cream,
I have seen you everywhere,
Even when you had to go to – Nowhere.
I have seen you in my life,
With you holding both- Flower and Knife,
You are always with me,
I am always with you too!
I’ll be here right beside you
in the darkness when you call.
I’ll be the one who makes sure
that the last leaf doesn’t fall.
I’ll be here watching over you
though all others are gone.
I’ll be here though you’ve lost the strength
and will to carry on.
I know that it’s your darkest hour.
I know it’s hard to see.
I know because one time I faced
a darkest hour for me.
So, hold on tight to what you see -
that last leaf on the vine,
and I’ll go paint that masterpiece…
and then it is my time.
(Ref: Last Leaf by Oliver Henry)
Today I’m grateful for knowing
that we are all sisters and brothers
and that the key to making the world our Creators envisioned
is by caring for one another.
Today, lying on the hospital bed.
The professionals asked me to relax.
It was only a simple medical procedure,
There was no anesthetic to put me to sleep.
I wished to hear some music,
That would be perfect.
Then, first thing came to my mind,
Was you standing by my bedside.
Held my hand and sang me some lullaby.
Well, that was what I wished,
It would only be in my dream, and
It could never be fulfilled.
Then, somehow there were mistakes,
The procedure must be repeated.
Again, while taking some big breaths to relax,
Immediately, your face appeared in my head.
Why was I so naive and stupid?
Tried having something out of reach.
Wanted something that could never be.
Wake up, what was wrong with me.
It was only a fantasy.
Nothing would ever be.
Should be back to cruel reality.
He has already left me.
Bye bye BB
Bye bye 66.
Every word I said, it was true and absolutely true.
For that, I can guarantee you.
I have told you, I could not lie,
Especially when it came to you.
Every good thing must come to an end.
How soon and bad, it all depends.
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