Tuesday, December 25, 2007

What to call you.

You are not mine, Yet I hold you close.
You are a friend, Yet I would never see you as a foe.
You are there, Yet you are gone.
You are my muse, Yet I have never been in your presence.
You Smile, I smile.

Simplicity in the Lies. Complex is the truth.
I love you, but never the same.

Do what ever it takes.

What to call you, my friend. For your name is not enough.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Sometimes I Cry

There isn't always a reason.
There isn't always a rhyme.

Sometimes I cry because the pain is there.

How can I let you go when you took more than I initially knew?

This is because I can't ever truly let anyone go.

If you were to read this I would be amazed because I don't think you would even realize that this is about you.

Happiness is a gift but.... as it is said the best gifts are made not bought.
When I met you I thought I was done.
I remember the first time we talked.... I was so down.
You just were there and I am sure I meant little to you.
Then things changed.... But as I do.... I chased you away.