First time I saw you - I don't recalL.
I do remember the light of lunA
Radiating upon your lovelinesS,
Seeming, like in a picture, to make time halT.
Then, years later, the eternal image oF
The somber shrinking last trace of you, girL,
In a slowly disappearing taxI -
Maybe, it will always feel too sooN...
Everything must have an endinG.
Aaraam hai kuchh kaam hai,
kuchh ye karoon kuchh vo karoon.
Kuchh bhaagta kuchh thaharta,
phir ud padhoo ya gir padhoo.
Hai vahee vithaamaan jisako,
dhoondhata mein phir raha.
Ise paas loon thoda saans loon,
ye bhee karoon vo bhee karoon.
- Jitendra Suryavanshi
I thought you were my needle in the hay
The soulmate I’d been searching for, for endless days
The love of a lifetime, here on poetrysoup
Right under my nose, and I never knew
Till I found you one night, when I couldn’t sleep
Your words like sweet bees, pollinating me
We chatted and joked and had so much fun
I realized at once that you were “the one”
The one to complete me, the one I had sought
Until I saw your new picture, and saw you were NOT
The “Chris” that I thought - but a girl!
A GIRL! A gir-l couldn’t complete my world!
You weren’t a needle in the hay
You were just you, with your gir-l face
Your tiger picture, a fantasy mistake -
A dead flower I shake out of my vase
The dreams I held fast
Red petals, now in the trash
3/12/12
Inspired by Chris Aechtner
What would I do with out my parents I love them their my blood how can't love
them. They alway teach me from right and wrong but most times i don't listion
because i want to be on my own now. im not a baby any more it's time for me to
grow up now.
I know i waill alway be your little gir to you, and i will know that. But I will alway be
in you life foe ever because im your youngist daughter.
I alway come to you guys if i need something, I thing you did a great job raseing
my mom and dad. My parend brought me into this word and thats why I love my
parents.
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