Who could have ever thought that one day
One day
I would be completely and overwhelmingly obsessed
Obsessed
With a little Love who I've never met, yet know
Know
With every fiber of my being.
Who should have ever thought that one day
One day
I would hear all those love songs and think
Think
About a little Love who I've never met, yet know
Know
With every fiber of my being.
Who could have ever thought that one day
One day
I would thumb through a Parents magazine yearning
Yearning
For a little Love who I've never met, yet know
Know
With every fiber of my being.
Who should have ever thought that one day
One day
I would feel like my Life would be redeemed
Redeemed
By a little Love who I've never met, yet know
Know
With every fiber of my being.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, September 1, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Irony of Youth
Looking at myself in the mirror, I think,
"I'm not as old as my license says."
I certainly don't feel any older than I did 15 years ago.
Or I thought I didn't until I started to think:
Why couldn't I have told that young girl not to worry so much?
Not to worry about growing up, getting old.
Not to worry about the size of her waist or arms or thighs or ...
Not to worry about being beautiful or plain or anything less.
Not to worry about being loved or being liked.
Not to worry about how things will work out or not.
Not to worry about getting stuck or moving on.
Not to worry. Because it doesn't change anything. And
Because she is so beautiful and perfect in her own right.
And suddenly I realize, "I have wisdom that only comes with age".
The irony of youth is that we are too young to realize how wonderful we are.
"I'm not as old as my license says."
I certainly don't feel any older than I did 15 years ago.
Or I thought I didn't until I started to think:
Why couldn't I have told that young girl not to worry so much?
Not to worry about growing up, getting old.
Not to worry about the size of her waist or arms or thighs or ...
Not to worry about being beautiful or plain or anything less.
Not to worry about being loved or being liked.
Not to worry about how things will work out or not.
Not to worry about getting stuck or moving on.
Not to worry. Because it doesn't change anything. And
Because she is so beautiful and perfect in her own right.
And suddenly I realize, "I have wisdom that only comes with age".
The irony of youth is that we are too young to realize how wonderful we are.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Struggling
Frustrations sizzles on the inside
bursts out unintentionally
exhausting
Where Am I?
What Am I Doing Here?
How Did I Get To This Place?
Where Do I Go From Here Now?
Lift my eyes, precariously
Continue?
bursts out unintentionally
exhausting
Where Am I?
What Am I Doing Here?
How Did I Get To This Place?
Where Do I Go From Here Now?
Lift my eyes, precariously
Continue?
Monday, March 3, 2008
Feeling Of Opening
hidden and kept,
quite
ignored, perhaps,
forgotten,
almost
and suddenly spontaneously spouting
it is opened
once
again
quite
ignored, perhaps,
forgotten,
almost
and suddenly spontaneously spouting
it is opened
once
again
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