It’s been so long since I have written for
The sake of writing—something bright and new—
And specially for you, my paramour,
Because I think a poem’s long past due.
What can I say to tell you how I feel,
When my words seem to fail me every time?
With you I simply long to be for real,
But then the world comes crashing through my mind.
This whirlwind life that we are living in
Saps all my energies against my will
Just don’t forget, dearheart, that deep within
I love you, love you, ever, ever, still.
Forget me not when all around us falls
For I, without you, feel as hard as stone.
With you, I choose to tear down all the walls,
To keep myself for you, and you alone.
Tag Archive: poetry
If I could write, I’d tell of all I know,
Which isn’t much, for all I have to show.
This sense of self inside of me,
This thing that drives me to be free,
Is just a formless mass of feelings, though…
I try to write the deeper things inside.
Though most of me prefers to run and hide.
My efforts bring a war within
(It seems like all my life has been),
Yet I am fixed on letting go of pride.
If I could write, the passion in my prayer
Would be to touch the world with all its care—
To show them God’s great love for all,
So they could help break down their walls
Releasing all the anger and despair.
I try to write so people know I’m real
With caution in expressing how I feel—
So they identify with me
(With common eyes we clearly see),
And we can lay things at His feet and kneel.
If I could write, I’d risk all that I am,
To share my love, and consequence be damned
But still I struggle hard and long
To speak or sing a heartfelt song.
Sometimes I’m sure I’ll never write again.
I try to write despite this wretched doubt,
For I must write. I cannot live without
A way to speak my mind and heart—
To show I’m weak and then impart
How self laid down receives God’s grace throughout.
If I could write…