Your Name

I can't explain it, words cannot describe nor do justice
to these thought that run through my mind with a
simple mention of life without a thought of you
coming to me. I hold true to these ideas that these

thoughts are false and mean nothing. All thoughts
are connected to some want or desire, that's all
this comes down to. An unknown desire in which
you reached that gives me no connection or answer

to why you match all these things. Who are
you to add these things to my life? A desire to
do better, be great, no to be an unreachable
goal that those think it's hard to even match

what I have done or what I can do. Seems
like a power struggle to be this on top of it
all. But that is so untrue. With you all things are
possible. I see these parts of my life to want

or have done. I make mistakes and fall short
but your name is always there in a small whisper
to realize I'm wrong and and you know what is to
be done and what is to come. I will listen for your

name to be whispered and for me to feel my heart,
soul, and mind to be at a peace that cannot be matched
nor measured, to know that what I am doing is what
you've planned for me because the desire I have for you.

The Light

The fresh air of the day waking up those
who want to be in the light. The warmth it
gives with the happiness that the brightness
brings a long with it. Aluminizing all around

a joy, peace, and love that makes all those
who see through these eyes can know what
is to come with this light. Not just a light
but a way to live life and to be guided through

these ways and know there is a better way
to live, better plan for our life. Opening up
out ears to hear what is to be said, not said
but shown in a way that one can only

understand and make sense for their own life.
Waking up to this fresh air, the brightness, and
warmth is a speciality I never want to miss.

A Time to Giggle

I share a little but think it's
harmless. Like sharing candy
with a baby. However the taste
you return is a sweeter than
any natural nor processed candy

could ever produce, The lingering
of telling a boy you like him
when you know you love him
with all your heart. Scary to share

how you want to give all of you,
will he then share how he wants
non of you but with out

a word just feel like a toy
forgotten by a child whose out
grown it. A waiting to get
the taste out of your lips with

all of you shaking, wanting
to run knowing this is right, i like you.
And he looks you in the eye,
holds you close and tight
and whispers in your ear
                                        I love you.

Right one Came Along

Wondering path full of daisy's
and plush grass all along a picket
fence when anything that does not
belong would be easily seen. All the

perfect covering the lives that created
this wonderful beauty. Streets thought
to be so pure so full of all that's
good in this white city of perfection

of fences, daisy's and grass.
But he's awaiting down the block
for if the right one came along
to be made his in the
         
                                 darkness this city did not want to be told.

Mixed Messages

Looking in his eyes it's easy
to see the love he hides
for her. The subtle looks he
gives with the sly smile. Saying

so much she believes it means.
Her mind races after those
thoughts of all it could be. Him
looking at her wanting to say

how he loves her and the future
plays out all in her mind. Then
she looks again to realize
all he was saying was hello.

Good Girl

Oh dear, oh my what is to
be said or thought of this? This
cannot do, nor could it be. How
could such a thing happen to her?

The beautiful bride waiting at the
alter holding on to a smile only
angles could have. A peace that
she gives never showing a sign of

trouble nor sadness. Here the day
comes where all the disney princess’s
would be put to shame. She makes
her way down the isle with a tear slowing coming down her cheek.

Oh to be Free

Casting away things that were
seen as the way to be. Hair be placed
this way, no can't put those
colors together. All a look that

is meant to be, have to please,
look tells a story of who you are
but more of the daughter they
raised you to be. A name

holds you to an identity other
than your own. A name they've
worked hard to have, they
raised me in their world of

what life should and is to be.
The right hair for the properness
of the days, hair straight and brushed.
But little do they know the harsh

glasses are my own with
bracelets of color or lockets holding
a promise or the clutch purse to
hold onto with all of me inside.