This Poem Is About You

Patience is a virtue,
So it's surprising I have any.
All's fair in love and war,
So you leave me in the dark.
The grass is always greener,
But I'm always feeling blue.
There are plenty of fish in the sea,
But all I want is you.

I'd be as free as a bird,
If you didn't captivate me,
Love will tear us apart,
That's how I'm feeling lately.
Words can't bring me down,
But what you said, it echoes.
Silence is golden,
And it makes me want to scream.

Critical

I am my own worst critic,
And I've done my worst,
Critically. It is catastrophe,
A catastrophical display of,
The worst of me.
Come and see,
What I mean, judge me,
Because after all.
Your judgement doesn't mean
That much to me.

Where are the pieces

Where are you when I need you,
Anyone to hold me together,
Because I feel I'm falling apart
With the pieces flying far,
And the pain in me now,
Is so different to what I've felt,
Before, in all my years,
Everything has come together,
Into a crushing weight,
More than I can take,
Perhaps. But I've been so strong,
I want to fight, carry on,
I just need to find the pieces,
Please return my heart and help me,
Clear confusion from my head.

Dare I Dream

If I said see you in an hour,
Would you call me crazy,
Or would you open the door,
With open arms and open heart,
Brush my tears away and kiss me,
Halt my sorrow, ease my mind,
Hold me close and whisper,
Sweet nothings to pass the night.

I Would

It's probably not wise to say a word,
But I feel young and reckless,
Wisdom's hardly on my mind,
So I may cry to the night,
Maybe I am feeling,
Something more for you,
I'm sure the feeling kind,
Let's you and I blow up the night.
I'm not saying I need you,
I'd forget it now if I could,
I'm just letting dreams run,
I'm just saying, I would.

A little bit

and just before I go to bed,
I want to say I love you,
but I won’t do that,
because I am a little bit drunk,
a little bit sick,
and a little twisted in the head.

A Beautiful Life

I'm staring at the wall,
Because I don't know what to say,
How do I give tribute,
To our lovely lady?
She was wonderful and wise,
With knowledge of all kinds,
And agile for so many years,
In body and in mind.
She had style and decorum,
And the kindest of hearts,
With all these great attributes,
Where do I start?
So far a mini skirt,
Is all I've got down,
When her life was more like,
A sweeping ball gown.
My pen is my needle,
But it is hard to thread these lines,
Fragile silk words,
Trying to depict a strong life.
So down goes my pen,
I close my eyes,
Simply breathe and remember,
Her beautiful life.