Is lust a kind of love?
Either way, love o'erflows.
I don't know how I feel,
But I do know that it's real.
I know my heart is open,
Though my mind is sometimes closed.
I know my heart is beating
With the feelings that I hold.
I don't know what you're thinking,
You don't know who I am.
Are your thoughts unpleasant?
Full of darkness and so pained?
I don't mind, I just don't care -
It's the way we are.
Human beings can be vile,
And I know this best.
I want to drag you down,
I need to get this off my chest.
But do you even like me?
Or just think that I'm banal?
You're a tragic hero,
Without being a star.
You're still utterly human -
I can't explain it; you just are.
Posted on 12 October '06 by Kathleen Bright, under 2006, Poetry. 2 Comments.
The minutes seems like hours
As I try to get back to you.
Days seems like months,
As you battle through.
And the days seem like nights -
So dark and so cold -
Mind is willing, body weak,
We feel so young; we're getting old.
But we're winning our wars,
We'll be re-united still.
The hunger that I've felt,
I always will.
Posted on 6 October '06 by Kathleen Bright, under 2006, Poetry. 1 Comment.
You're my morning sunshine,
You're my evening dew,
When you're not around,
I am needing you.
When you're right beside,
I can't get close enough.
Hugging all the tighter,
This love stuff's kinda tough.
Making future plans,
Expressing how we feel.
Dreams are coming true now,
The fantasy is real.
14 August 2006
Posted on 15 August '06 by Kathleen Bright, under 2006, Poetry. No Comments.