missparkinson's blog: "My poetry"

You may not see it now, But it's there, You may not feel it now, But you'll feel it, You're about to give up, But don't, 'Cause it's there, The light, Shining so bright, At the end of this tunnel.

The artist leaves an impression luring The voyer to something that's not precise, Fires were soon to be insatiably roaring, Oceans rippled with the dab of a brush. Sun in the sky watches a burning field, Casts depth to the oceans with every ray, Crackling warmth within the art is sealed, But faces change as it is neglected. Atmosphere in the green field is turning, Dark rumbling clouds add sound to the picture, The flames move on, they cannot keep burning, Now destroyed from fire; a lone empty house.

It could have been a lifetime, Its only been a year, I still whisper your name, And shed another tear. I can still feel your breath, Smell your scent on my clothes, Taste you, hear you, see you, And yet your heart is closed. Someone else is with you, And yet I yearn your touch, With heart, mind and soul, I love you far too much. I wish I could tell you things, Like how it would still be, If things had not gone wrong, If you still wanted me. I thought wed last forever, You told me that we would, Now silence falls and I now know, That you didnt think we could.