Indifference

How easily you can wipe me from your memory

Found my heart in the tragedy 

Lost my head in that big small city 

But I got it back in sweet Tennessee 

I pity you for your shallow capacity 

But I thank you for this priceless 

Opportunity 

It's like the falling of a dense red leaf, though suddenly 

Yet still a softness of subtlety 

It does not need an entrance 

Overlooked with just a glance 

Like the ripple of an ocean wave

The love you never contained or gave 

A flower petal blooming 

A billowing cloud looming 

The setting of the sun

The moon rising not to be outdone

Sweeter than the sincerity of a lovers kiss

The assurance of being greatly missed 

The romance in holding a hand 

The pleasure of calling you my man

The hope that exists in a smile 

The risks that are worthwhile 

The part of the day where the heat disappears 

And the moon starts to romance the stars drawing near

The hinting of titillating pleasures to come

The destination of love as it hums 

When the peace and the splendor 

Join hands with the serenity in the surrender.

27 Years Old

Do you sleep at night when your head lays down? 

Do your thoughts wander and in them your serenity drowns?

Do you shut your eyes and try so hard not to see,

But all your visions are of us, of you and of me? 

Or do you drift to sleep with no regret at all? 

Was I just a name to add to your ever-growing wall?

Does your heart truly love someone else, 

And I was just a stand in, a mere body in a shell?

I tell myself you are lonesome in your pride. 

My door will knock, and there you will be longing to be by my side.

However your actions speak the loudest of them all, 

The knock never comes, but the pride does come before the fall.

I tell myself move on, forget, 

But my heart won't let go of its death tight grip.

The familiarity of this feeling comes creeping in, 

I'm always the fool and the one left wondering. 

I seal the door and shut it tight.

I must keep you out with all my might.

I must keep you out with all my might.

I must keep you out.

I must keep you out.

I must.

26 Years Old

There’s a sense of longing for the might have been,

A memory of what was back then.

I think my memory has served me well,

Yet is leaving out where there is more to tell.

I cannot overlook the here and now,

Through idle thoughts of someway somehow.

Where I am is heaven sent!

I don’t want to miss this precious present tense.

I am so beautiful inside my learning,

Why do I have this sense of wasteful yearning?

My fret is on the skin and bones,

Yet what of those internal milestones?

The ones I made while pushing through,

The ones I earned because of you.

The collarbones kept so high,

But on my own I let them lie.

Enjoy who I am right now.

Never letting my eyes fix their frown.

For when I think of what might have been,

I am reminded of who I was back then.

I child of a hopeful grace,

Yet, now a woman with a deeper embrace.