Somebody Who’s worth Waiting For

Sometimes when I’m walking with people and see a couples around I felt so lonely inside my heart… wishing that I also had someone to be with, walking in this hallway… and it breaks my heart knowing that “I don’t have it” … it felt sad because nobody knows how much I missed to have a feeling like what they've had… what kind of feeling when you falls in love.. that you wish you have someone who hold a hands while walking, that feeling when you can’t stop smiling every time when your with her and even when you can’t see her you see her everywhere,,, that feeling when you don’t want to stop that day... because you know tomorrow will never be the same again… maybe tomorrow she shouldn't feel the same way like you do… and then you’ll realize “she’s no longer there” that feeling even when your home and even before you go to sleep… you still can find time just to think about her.. you wonder what she doing right now… to mesmerize every moment you made together… that flashback the memories you shared together… and your afraid to stop that kind of feeling… but you know you can’t hold it forever… to have someone who makes your life alive… who brings joy to your life.. who paints color to your paintings… who you make a hug when you miss each other… who your with in a photograph… that someone you’ll make as a princes in your own palace… a queen of your heart and an angel comes from above… you want to be with that someone… and sometimes you don’t wish for a perfect partner but someone who can’t live without you and who’s willing to stay with you FOREVER…and you know what’s worst about having like this? It’s knowing that “FOREVER ISNT REAL” and you can’t do anything… you never stop reminding  how much she makes your whole wide world change... how much you cherish every moment with her.. And how much you want to spend the rest of your life with her….you wish to have somebody to love… somebody who’s worth waiting for...

DEAR CHILD

Dear child,

Breathe deeply,
Blink away those tears
Step forward
Open your eyes
And walk away from the pain.

I know, its great. It’s a great pain.
The memories, they are precious to you.
Even though that’s all they are,
I know they mean more to you than almost anything.

I know you’re trying to decide between what’s best for you and what you want.
But I promise that if you give it a chance, the one who is better for you will end up being what you want.
I know, it’s difficult.
Each step will hurt like hell,
Because you’re walking away from everything you once believed in.
Walking away from the one you loved.

But there is nothing for you there.
Not anymore.
It’s best to close the door gently as you walk away.
Don’t slam it.
Bitterness isn’t the way to go.
Just slip away into the sunlight.
You shine on your own,
But its time you let the world see you,
And let the sun warm your skin.

You always loved to dance in the rain.
Keep dancing.
You’re good at smiling through the storm.
Even through all the heartbreak,
You never stopped giving hope to everyone else.

You got a little weary.
It’s affected you, certainly.
You’ve cried so many times.
Those bruises on this heart of yours?
They’re a faded yellow,
But I know it seems as though they’ll never fade.

But they will.
Only if you let them.
I know you feel like running away.
Like sinking into the shadows,
To escape the world and all its pain right now.

But what you need to do…
Baby girl, you know this new guy…
He loves you for you.
He loves you,
And  he won’t give up on you.
Run into his arms.
Sink into his love for you.
Show yourself to him.
He wants to see you
To know you.

Breathe deeply,
Blink away those tears
Step forward
Open your eyes
And walk away from the pain.

Because he’ll be there,
With his arms spread wide,
A smile on his face,
So happy to see that you’ve finally come ‘round.

Love,
Your Heart.

I miss you

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I'm Never Alone, Yet Not Alone

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart. I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg questions, where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone. I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old to uphold your wieghty wavering reflection. I want to unfold. Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue. I want my conscience to be true before you; want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like anew word I learned and embraced, like the everyday jug, like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.