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Laura Patterson Poem
I love the way you say my name.
With that little smile on your face.
I sometimes wonder if we feel the same.
About the love we could together embrace.
When I look into your chocolate brown eyes.
I see something but I'm not sure what it is.
Is it a future full of lies?
Or is it my clothes in a bundle of his?
I've liked you for a while.
They say that you have too.
I've dream't of us walking down the aisle.
But then, I realize that it's to good to be true.
Because it seems as if you love her.
And then I feel like I have no where to go.
You leave my heart in a stir.
I guess that Secret Love is all I'll ever know.
Copyright © Laura Patterson | Year Posted 2011
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Laura Patterson Poem
Why must we deny the obvious?
Why must we sit and know that the world is going to hell, yet we do nothing about it?
Why must we look in the mirror and only point out our flaws?
Why must we say we are okay when we are screaming for help inside?
Why do we harass others for their characteristics? Their flaws?
Why do we go to drastic measures just to fit it?
Why is it so hard for people to be alone for just a short period of time?
Why are we attention seekers?
Why do we lie to our friends?
Why do we keep secrets?
Why do we love just to feel loved and not for the person we "love"?
Why do we sometimes fall and just wait for someone to pick us up when we can do it
ourselves?
Why is it so hard to accept new people?
Why do we live for others and not for ourselves?
Why do we judge others by their looks when we don't even know them?
...Why?
Copyright © Laura Patterson | Year Posted 2011
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Laura Patterson Poem
Remember when we would sit.
Just sit and talk.
Like there would never be an end.
An end to your existence.
I cant recall if we were very close.
By that, I mean really close.
I knew that we had a bond.
A special father- daughter bond.
I remember your smell.
Coffee and gasoline.
I used to cringe at the smell.
But, I miss it very much now.
I never thought that was even possible.
I never expected that you would be gone.
I don't think anyone did.
I didn't realize that you were so special.
Until you were gone.
I long to see your face again.
To feel your warm embrace.
To understand and take your advice.
But I will never get those chances.
I will forever remember the topic of our last conversation.
So short but oh so very sweet.
I don't remember every word you spoke.
Although I wish that I did.
But, I do know that it should not have been the end of your existence.
Copyright © Laura Patterson | Year Posted 2011
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