Helpfully absent:
Admittedly, I often am.
Planning is not my thing, nor
Partaking of a plan;
Yet here I still remain,
By a side for which I’ve cared,
Daring to concede
All days are not the same;
Yet good or bad, they’re shared.
Tag: love
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When I have nothing else to do
I can always laugh with you
And when I have nowhere else to stay
With you I never have to stay away
For Its Own Sake
Time is running out
For love and for life
Judge as you will
Judge as you might
But I know the cost
Of flowers and chocolates
I know the cost
If you cannot see it
Of sentiments unfelt
And years bound by a day
So spare me your Wickham
I’d rather stay
Definitions of Color
Love is red on every card —
How strangely do they coexist!
The red painted on joyful hearts;
And the one tainting a fist.
Falling
Daily writing prompt
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
I would try this thing of stories
This thing of poetry and songs
I would try if only glories
And none of the sorrows came along
I would love with all my heart
If love I knew safely returned
And my science could become an art
If carelessness wouldn’t see me burned
But promises of failure
Are the ones most seldom broken
I may chance on something sure
But then, I fear — only then.
Hope of Foolishness
I have heard it said
And never understood it
Never felt it but by proxy
And laughed at the foolishness of it all
A vain hope to hide my tears
And my fears the only fool is me
Disappointment
All I am to you
All I’ll ever be
Is a disappointment
As I am to me
Sibling
Whether the person that I like most
Or the one I least hate
Whether we argue, despite the cost
Or passionately debate
I know you’re the one who’ll stand by me
Whether I’m certain or unsure
And in my heart I know you’ll always be
My dearest only sister.
Incompatible
I keep telling myself that it won’t work
Our dissonance is clear
You want to turn the music up
And I, just low enough to hear
You say how much there is to gain
And I, how much to fear
But one point on which we can agree
Is how much I love you, dear.
Disqualified
The funny thing ’bout all great loves
That writers care to mention:
The players have virtues in droves,
And always clear complexions.
Writer In Retrospect 