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so much to say but no way to say it a better way is to print it and wear it random thoughts written on a T have been such a valuable resource to me
I hear what he means to say I also hear what he'd rather not say in the passing of time, it's all been on display the good, the bad, the unmentionables
I now see what I'm dealing with I now see what he's made of I now see the pros and the cons
the fighter in me wants to fight the lover in me wants to overlook I'm hoping they will call a truce and walk the middle ground regarding him
I am thankful for his turtle's pace even as he frustrates at mine he fails to see slow is in the eye of the beholder (we're both slow)
expression written across his chest things come out that never would have things exposed that would have been hidden I thank you for this, I really do.
All is well on my end everything understood and accepted everything but one and as it currently stands, no progress can be made unless I have resolution on this one
whether you jest or not the sound is all too familiar a voice that I have heard before and I say this to put you in your place you have asked for this
a friendly voice, a friend said to me in the fall of '06 "Honey I just don't think you are able to tell the difference between what is coming from Him and what is imagined"
A rift created a line drawn friendship over, done with, gone
who is she to correct me having only known me for a very short time sidling up to me the second she discovered I had the ability taking what she wanted from me discarding the rest as if my offerings are a clearance rack bin
you opened this can of worms by mimicking her voice whether in jest or in truth I have more to say and I will if you discredit me ever again
I don't see how my heart can be open to you if this is truly how you view me
apologies are in order explanations never given questions go unanswered as it dawns on you that I have been right all along and have had good reason to expect acknowledgement from you answers, thoughts, real-life opinions in order to make sense of my own
this is real life this is serious business these are valid points
and you, the perpetual child continue to play
that's all I have to say on this beautiful day happy I am cause I learned how to lock myself out of here
kiss it, baby
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