Monday, November 24, 2008

lets be honest

my life has becoming B to the b-o-r-i-n-g. and it has been reflective in this here blog
but what is a girl to do when she is exhausting her youth and trading it in for adulthood
in which you somehow chase those "dreams" you had all your life
because now its time to live up to all that you said you could be

and well it rather draining!


not to mention things have being going on personally...that im not allowed to even blog about
a. because who knows who reads this
and 
b. who knows who doesnt read this

just for the fun of it i wrote a poem (which even that has been absent in my life) to sum up just some of the things that have me going to bed at 6 pm! smh


to be titled at a later date

ONce...
i fell in love
and...
you couldnt tell 
if the stars or the moon shined brighter
whenever i danced
i felt his feet move
they stepped and paced across my heart
like that sailor
who left for the sea
but in this story he came home
i....
felt at most all the possibilities of the situation
even had myself thinking they were all true
yeah,
i fell in love
once...before
i told time my the ring of his dial
a minute couldnt be found where he wasnt mine
we never thought about two as one
we were just one
we didnt let our night time thoughts 
exceed what the sun had in store for us
so...
sunny trips to the coast were planned
to be a destination of love
yeah, once i was i love

i thought when he left
i could say goodbye
because...
it was real
and they say "whats yours will always be"
instead
i wanna tell you the end of the story
but i cant..
the truth of the matter
and "let's be honest"
the story never ended
because i never felt the out in this love

and
its as strong today
as it was when my heart first akin to skip your beats
i have reached every possibility without you
and "lets be honest"
i now know there are none possible without you.



so at this point its bedtime.

2 comments:

nista206 said...

hmmm... that adult life, such a scary thing, who has time to make dreams come true?! i don't even know what my dreams are anymore.

very nice poem... love is also a scary thing; you think it's gone, & somehow it creeps back into your life; your heart.

Miss Fab said...

right on both ends!