They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~
Showing posts with label sweettpepper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweettpepper. Show all posts
Thursday, February 18, 2010
"Standing By My Man”
The man I love has gone away,
to better himself for another day.
This man I love is an addict too.
There’s something deep he needs to do.
I can’t help myself, I love him . . .
and all his little ways.
I can’t help myself . . . I want him,
when everyone else wants him gone away.
He grabbed a piece of my heart,
took it with him when he left.
I still smell the place, where his pillow lays
lovingly on my bed.
I still see the way he looks at me,
I replay it in my head.
Though many people would disagree
by his side is the place I choose to be.
I’ll welcome him home when he beats this thing
and give him another chance.
I’ll welcome him back to my waiting arms
and my dreams of a beautiful romance.
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Inspired by a twitter prompt:
"Standing beside someone when everyone says you should leave. And loving an addict"
From: @sweettpepper
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
"Unallowed Love"
Picture above from google images www.sodahead.com
My love for you consumes me,
eating little pieces of my soul;
I feel it burn and fester
when I'd rather watch it grow.
I long for so much more than this,
but life and pain get in our way.
I crave to kiss your sweet lips,
but alas i can't - not today.
This love of ours is not allowed-
it isn't written in the books;
I'd like to pencil it in somewhere,
latch on to it with loving hooks.
But alas, as fate would have it,
some things aren't always meant to be;
I'll tuck away these feelings
as little scars inside of me.
Reminders of what could have been
had our love been allowed;
and in my heart of hearts
I'll feel this love and own it proud.
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Inspired by a twitter prompt:
"Unallowed Love"
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