What if, they don’t wait for an email
Just book a flight
On the 15th of December
No second guessing
Let their eyes meet
8 weeks they’d always remember
A long awaited cuddle
Hold each other close
Share what they have learned
Be guided by their hearts
To make gentle plans
Voice what their hearts do yearn
What if, they do something radical
Throw old plans away
Make a fresh, exciting pathway
Know they have each other
Hold hands forever
And begin their together journey
What if, just what if, they believe
That everything will be ok
And everything will work out…
What if…
Category: Dreams
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Alone wilting wonder
Clouds mask the sky
Foraging for crumbs
Left by the eye
Sacrificing so much
For someone so cold
So close to the edge
Without much to hold
Ideals aren’t a promise
Wishes don’t come true
Without solid plans
Emptiness seeps through
The loss for the future
Has started to creep
The aching is beyond joy
The pain runs deep -
What do two beings do when their worlds no longer meet?
Do they try to bring their worlds together?
Or do they simply drift apart?
What does one being do watching the other float away?
Try to keep them close?
Or wave them on their way?
Keep yourself busy
Whatever will be will be
For as long as it’s meant to be
We cannot control the universe
We cannot control our hearts
We cannot control others freedom
Just as we cannot control their farts -
There was a little snail waiting on a bridge
She waited all day and all night
She waited in the sun, the wind, and the rain
She didn’t want to give up the fight
She looked out to the water
She looked over to the land
She wondered what could have happened
She started to worry
In came some doubt
Perhaps she’ll be waiting forever
As strong as her heart was she wasn’t a fool
She knew there was a chance of change
She waited, she feared, she even prayed
In hope that time was just delayed
There was a little snail waiting on a bridge… -
Bad Luck comes in 3’s
They weren’t half wrong
A baby, a husband and a future
In the blink of an eye all gone
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?
I’ve been called
All the names under the sun
I’ve been abandoned
At my weakest point
Yet in silence I stay
Smiling with everyone
Shutting down
I get weaker
Reaching out
It gets darker
Is this the love
That we’re looking for?
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
… I must be so awful
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?… -
She ground her feet
Connected to the sky
Placed all her trust in what’d be
Upturn her world
While excitement unfurled
But two lines soon became one
The future reset
She wondered the cost
The river started to run red
‘Six revert to five‘ she thought
Mourning the loss
Of the baby that never was -
In Ravenscourt Park there was an old man
Who lived in an alabaster cave
Each morning he’d eat Bitterness on Toast
Then for work he would leave
With his glass jar tucked under his arm
Hobbling through the streets
Waiting for the moment tension would strike
To gather his bittersweet treat
Throughout the day he’d fill his jar
Revelling in its growing weight
Daydreaming the joy of getting home
To eat his sandwich filled with hate
To sit at the table with his favourite plate
And fill his belly full of misery
Then off to bed he’d take himself
Where he would dream of history
The dreams weren’t much different
From the days that he had
Except for the ring on his finger
And the smile that greeted him at the door
But the bitterness it did linger
While he ate his sandwich filled with hate
His wife ate strawberry jam
Too sweet was the taste of her lips
It angered the little old man
Night after night he’d dream of those lips
A never ending cycle of torment
Waking up to the brim with anxiety
Ready for a day of resentment
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