This is a song I shall sing to you.
It may not be by tongue, but it is true.
The heart grows fonder with every rising sun,
At the end of every day you will always be my number one.
There is a smile upon my face,
With the warmth of your embrace,
It chases every fear and pain away,
A feeling that will never leave me astray.
Here is my heart song,
This I know is where I belong.
I’ll bare it all and give it to you,
This, my love will never be untrue.
From summer nights passed,
This feeling has always been unsurpassed.
The linger of a first kiss shared under summer heat,
Left me melting for more in this car seat.
The look in your eyes, the passion I can see,
I’m praying forever that the passion will always be me.
The outline of your face, I trace with my fingertips,
With the gentle placement of your hands on my hips.
The is my heart song,
It will echo all night long,
Every night until time runs dry for you and I.
This will never be a goodbye.
He opened the door, smiled at me,
and at that moment, he placed his hands on my cheek and said,
“you look so beautiful today…”
He made me feel special,
He always made me feel beautiful the moment he looked at me…
06/02/08
I promised myself I’d pick up a pen and write.
So here I am, falling in love all over again with my first love.
Poetry—
I’ve grown into a woman with passion.
A woman who has fallen in love,
Gotten hurt,
And still remained standing after everything came tumbling down.
I knew life was going to be hard,
Life is never a simple game of cards.
We take a long tiresome road to somewhere,
Hoping it is for the best.
With no street signs, or people to ask,
We travel on this journey of life alone,
You’re the only one who can make yourself,
But there are some things we can never control.
We can never control where we are born,
And the family we are in.
Unfortunately, some are born into a hurtful family.
This can make or break a person.
Only the strong come out of it alive,
It is a test of your whole being,
And when you walk out of the fire,
You come out with scars, but stronger.
I’ve learned that life is always going to drop solid blocks of concrete on you.
So you must learn to live with it,
And adjust to what is happening around you,
Or else you will suffer.
Yes, I have grown into a woman with passion,
I’ve seen failure and I’ve seen victory.
Life is a gamble we all play,
Sadly, no one is getting out.
When you fall in love, The most amazing thing happens to you. Everything changes in your life at that moment in time. You’re daily habits change, Even the way you put your make-up on. You add a little more lip gloss, Your cheeks are redder than usual, And your eyes are even more tantalizing. No hair is out of place, Your clothes fit a certain way. You just can’t stop looking good for that person. But then you’ll know later on what true love is. Without any lip gloss, He’ll still beg to kiss you, You’re cheeks are naturally red around him, Your eyes are full of love just for him, Your hair can be messy, he wouldn’t care. You can wear just about anything, He wouldn’t love you less. That’s when you know you’re truly in love. This person becomes your everyday vitamin. Without him, you feel sick, weak. There is always a time he crosses your mind, No matter how busy you are. You know when you’re in love, When you walk hand in hand in the mall, And whisper, “I’m really in love with you!” Even after a year has passed. You stay at home, Watching lousy copies of downloaded movies on your laptop, And fall asleep after. That is love. When you fall asleep beside each other, But instead of being in each other’s arms, You face your backs to each other, Then wake up at the same time to hug. When you fall in love, You finally smile a sincere smile. Everything that had happened to you in the past, Wouldn’t matter at all, Cause you have finally found someone, So much better than all of them put together. I’m in love. And for the past 458 day that we have been together, I haven’t doubted that once. I’m in love. I’ve finally found the keeper of my heart, And he makes me happy. He makes me look forward to another day, Makes me want to be a better person.
What love means to me, the secret.
It’s that one happy moment in your life you feel the most alive
It’s also that moment when you face all the lies.
You convince yourself you’re perfect together.
Even will all the pain he puts you through everyday.
It’s when you say “goodnight, I love you”
Then turn around and cry yourself to sleep
I’m not saying love is a bad thing.
But I Believe it is a secret each lover keeps.
It’s that fake smile you put on every morning.
He doesn’t even realize that you’re hurting.
Love. It’s the most beautiful feeling you can ever feel.
it’s also the deadliest you can feel.
Love to me is like a game of cards
You’ll never know the hand you get.
It’s that beautiful feeling you get when you’re together
that nothing can go wrong.
This was an entry dedicated to a ‘brother’. Henry, a bird I had since I was 4 years old. A year younger than my brother, he died cause he decided to chew a capsule and died :(
He was my best friend.
we’ve been the best of friends since we were very young.
I remember hiding, and you’d come and look for me.
Then I got way to big to fit underneath the table.
I always shared a bag of cheetos with you.
We both love our junkfood salty and cheesy.
I remember how you’d play with my hair and make a mess out of it.
You refused to stop.
I remember the day you got lost, and found your way home,
by the help of some old man with a bicycle.
I learned how to keep the controllers face down,
cause you enjoyed the feeling of the rubber.
I remember how you sneezed. Non-stop, just like me.
Or how you’d never stop talking, even if I threw pillows at you.
I’ll also never forget how you’d eat rice and all of a sudden walk all over the plate.
Or how you used to great me every time I entered the room with a happy song.
or how you always gave me an allergy after spending time with you.
I remember how we would shower together, and you enjoyed it too.
I’ll always remember the way you kissed my cheeks.
The way you smell, whistle, how your feet are a nice shade of pink.
How bright and yellow you always were.
How we would play “knock knock” You always knocked back.
Or how you flew, and always without fail, land on my shoulder.
I’ll always remember the way you would chew on the green lining of my chef’s uniform.
How you loved playing doll house, you’d stick your head out the window and sing.
We could never get you out.
I’ll always remember you.
Everything. Nothing less.
This goes out to Henry. The best bird I ever had. I had him since he was an egg, born and raised by my family and I. He was family. This year he was 17. He died this morning.
No one can understand the grief I am going through. The pain of losing something other than a precious dog or cat. Im sorry to the dog or cat people out there, but having a bird as a family is a different level. I’ve had dogs and cats come and go. But a passing of a bird is always hardest on me. I’ve always been a bird person, only because I believe they are just like 5 year old children, in a form of a feathered companion. I wish he lived longer.
Everything I said above is true, with some other stuff not included.
We used to play hide-and-seek. I would hide under the table, and he would look for me.
He used to make a nest out of my hair, I loved it!
He also used to make a fool out of himself by playing in the doll house, he loved it! He would stick his head out the window and sing!
I also used to stick his entire head into my mouth, cause he wouldnt stop singing. And mind you, he would still be singing inside my mouth.
He loved his junk food, the sound of a crumpling bag of chips would send him bonkers!
He would always, never fail! chew on the buttons of the remote control, thus, I always put it face down.
He also loved having his picture taken, he would stop and look.
When I used to take bubble baths, he would sit on the ledge and I would splash water on him.
I’m a pretty happy person.
The simple things in life make me happy.
When another person smiles at me, that makes me happy.
Taho and dirty ice cream make me happy.
“I love you” Makes me happy.
The sound of my horse walking towards me.
The hair on my dog’s tail.
Music makes me happy.
A main road with no traffic.
The pillow I wrap in between my legs when I sleep.
Thank you’s make me very happy.
A hug makes me smile.
These are a few things that make me happy, whats best about most of them? They are free.
She was not a person. But she was my baby.
She was not a dog. But she had four legs.
She was not a cat. But she had pointy ears.
She was not a bird. But she could fly.
She was my horse. My greatest treasure of all…
She was my happiness. Someone I could depend on when things were tough.
She lent me the wings I needed in order to fly.
She loved me with so much innocence and compassion.
She hurt me more times than I could count.
But she was always my sunshine.
My horse died today at 356pm. It’s May 25 2009. She was only 15 years old.
The last thing on my mind when I woke up this morning was that tonight I will no longer have a horse. I honestly believed she was going to be fine. She was a strong girl. Never failed to show any signs of weakness *Except for flies*.
I am glad she did not struggle at all. She died peacefully in my arms at 356. It was so hard to see the life being sucked out of her eyes. Her breathing becoming very shallow. I tried to be strong for her as Isa said. But how can you keep being strong when they source of your strength is fading away right before your very eyes? You cant!
I am glad Georgie has a family. People who love and adore her. It feels so good to know that my horse was loved by many and will be missed. She was truly God’s gift to me. She took utmost care of me, and anyone who was sitting on her back. She brought countless smiles to the children whom I happily offered her to. I will miss those times.
I will miss every single thing about her. The way she drank molasses and water from a bucket. The way she ran up to the car begging for food. The way she DRAGGED her groom around. How every piece of grass was never left wasted, even if it was dirty and didn’t belong to her.
I can’t even begin to imagine myself having another horse. I’m sorry, but my horse had the best character. She was an independent woman/horse. She didn’t need anyone else but herself (and ofcourse her groom to feed her and us to pay for her food).
I will miss you G. Thank you for the best 8 years of our lives. We’ve had our ups and downs, but every relationship happens that way.
No doubt about it, but I will miss you.
Sadly I was reserving this year for us. Since it would be my last year in school… I was hoping to join the season one last time, then retire her to work as a school master for my grandmothers class, or breed her so I get another baby. Sadly I will never see those things happening.
I love you G. I am sure she loved me just as much or more.
Once again thank you for lending me the wings to fly… :)
