Rockabye

Rockabye my Sweetheart Your emotions run deep I will hold you Darling, And catch the tears you weep. Hush now my Baby-Girl You’ll make it through this day I will stand by your side Won’t let you fall away.

Fuss Over Me

Why don’t you make a fuss over me,celebrate me and the things I have done?I know you celebrate others,use all your encouraging words and shout-out-loud with pride. Why don’t you treasure me, love me tenderly and show me that you care? I know you used to, back when we were younger and you were elated

Don’t write for me

Please don’t write poetry for me My soft heart Just can’t take it I don’t want to fall in love with you There On that page But I know myself I would Your tender-hearted words Deserve to be read by someone Who can love you back Without breaking themselves into two So, please Don’t write

Happy You Year

I plan to paint myselfA Happy New Year, Using all the colours That I hold dear. There’ll be silver and gold, some aqua too, But I’ll mostly usethe colour of you. Image from Pinterest. Happy New Year’s Eve to my few followers. Thanks for coming with me on this releasing journey the past few months.

Haiku 7: Rebellion

I should not love you But no matter what I say My heart won’t listen

New words

He used to write the most beautiful words for me now he writes them for someone else.I sit here watching him pour out his love and I endure it by myself. Although I knew it was very wrongit felt so nice to actually be seen.But his words really were a branding iron the marks they

Winning me over

Your love is slowly winning me over inch  by  inch.Yet I will never give you the slightest hint that I am being moved.  If you love me, I hope you’ll notice my i n f i n i t e s i m a l shifts towards you. Silently pleading that you will keep trying. There may be many obstacles in your way, my broken-down

Give you the best

I realise you don’t get the best of me, You get the embers of what’s left at the end of the day. Sadly, everyone else gets to see my smile, but you get to see my frustrated frown. I share my song and dances with others, while you get my early, exhausted bedtimes. Even strangers

Wor(l)ds apart

Your words in my ear are a special kind of torture when I just want you here.

Sleep patterns

Sometimes I sleep safe and sound, knowing that you love me. Other times I toss and turn, knowing that I love you. Image from Pexels.