You + Me

For you, I will wait. Your conflicted mind
says that you can never feel love for me.
That is fine, I feel I must say. Your kind,
though, will sometime, stumble upon the key
to the heart of a girl with everything
to give. My one wish? Myself is that girl.
Give anything to be your everything.
Like I'm lost- waiting to be seen. A pearl.
You hold me close- my heart races with love.
You hold me close- you feel naught- just warm bod.
The bible told you about that white dove
and that man that was faithful- with the rod.
You can be faithful- just like that one man.
I can be pure, like dove. For you, I can.

Poetry to me

Whenever I hear the word  "poetry," I think back to years in school when teachers used to make you read poems and dissect them to get every last piece of symbolism and meaning out of them. I hated doing this. I like reading a poem and enjoying it- I do not like to pick them apart. I do enjoy reading poetry, though. I find it very nice because you get to explore the deep side of people and sometimes you feel a connection to what they are saying, and that makes you think about something in your life. Poetry is just a link to the deeper side of a person and it is amazing.

My Dear

Divine, prolonged, forever remembered.

The feel of our hearts intertwined, lingers.

Mind drifts back to that euphoric September.

My hand in yours, together our fingers.

I want you forever. Too bad, I guess.

You broke my heart, but still held on to me.

My feelings for you will never be less.

Everyone warns; If only I could see.

It’s been a while now. I still hold on.

The days drag on, but for you, feelings stay.

Your sweet memories will never be gone.

Now alone, in my soft bed, I must lay.

Oh, if only you could love me once more.

My heart, my life, perfect forevermore.

The onet is a versatile poem of fourteen lines." Literature: An Introduction to Reading and Writing. Ed. Edgar V. Roberts. 9th ed. New York; Pearson, 2009. 900. Print