Monday, March 31, 2008

Meant to Be.

Just a little disclaimer on this one. Apparently it sounds almost exactly the same as the lyrics to a Daniel Bettingfield song? I don't have any of his stuff, so I'm not sure how that one happened, but anyway, just thought I'd put it out there that I didn't copy him or anything. Not intentionally anyway.


If we weren't meant to be,
Then why does your hand fit mine?
If this wasn't supposed to happen
Then why do I feel every sign?

If we weren't meant to be
Then why does my heart beat with yours?
If this wasn't supposed to happen
Then why when I see you, does my heart soar?

If we weren't meant to be
Then why does my soul cry out for you?
If this wasn't supposed to happen,
Then why do I care as I do?

If we weren't meant to be
Then why did we ever to meet?
If this wasn't supposed to happen,
Then why is this path traveled by our feet?

Why can't this be "meant to be"?
After everything that is you that I have seen?
Why can't this be "supposed to happen"?
How can I live not knowing what could have been?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Wishing Upon a Star

The sun is gone replaced by the moon
And one by one stars twinkle to life.
A lone star shoots from the burning strife
To grant my wish, my one and only boon.

I cannot speak this secret wish aloud
I hide it in my swiftly beating heart
But now it flies up freely as a lark
At last I give it life and sound

So on my fiery shooting star
I lay my hearts treasured desire
And keep silent as is required
Till it comes true in the future near or far.

Then the truth hidden in the depths of mine eyes
Shall rise too, and course across the skies.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Catching the Wind

I start out slowly, working hard
My steps can find no steady pace.
My daily runs I would discard
But never would I at such disgrace!

The wind whispers through my hair
Begging me to give chase.
Its caressing taunts I cannot bare
The wind is laughing in my face.

Gradually I begin to find
Something long misplaced.
That secret place within my mind
My steps begin to make haste.

Butterflies with purple wings
fly startled from my feet
I see before me so many new beginnings
Which one shall I meet?

So fly with joy little purple creatures,
For now the wind must give chase to me!

Lost

The silence fills my empty soul
Making it more barren than before.
No gentle breezes make me feel adored
I am dying in eternal cold.

Though many an hour and day I've searched
I find no way to escape this place.
While I float in endless darkened space
My feet yearn for a solid perch.

Will no one come and find me here?
Is there none to light my darkness?
My hearts fire glimmers less and less
As I let slip what I hold dear.

How can I hold on
When I know that they must leave
Why am I always left to believe
That we will meet anon?

I must confess both here and now
My faith has been tested too much!
I cannot live without human touch,
But I protect myself as I know how.

I hold others at arms length
I rarely let them see inside
For I know they will not long abide
Once I've shown my lonely strength.

And so I keep it in myself hidden
Blocked behind a chink filled wall.
So many things shall be my downfall,
But who can say the where or when?

Monday, March 24, 2008

Empty

The sunlight woke me
slanting through the window
My sleepy eyes could barely see
But eagerly I left my pillow.

I ran through the wood
Breathed in the clean, fresh air.
I thought this beautiful day was good
Perhaps too much did I dare?

Why this immense feeling of sadness?
From whence does it come?
At answers I can merely guess
Or seek them from above.

I see care in my friends faces.
For this I love them, every one.
But inside I feel only empty spaces,
I wish this day were over and done.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

He Never Called Back

He seemed excited to hear from me,
Happy that I was home,
But he never called me back.

He seemed excited to see me,
Looking tall and handsome,
But he never called me back.

He gave me the biggest hug ever,
Wrapped me in his arms,
But he never called me back.

He made, to see me every endeavor,
Made sure I had come to no harm,
But he never called me back.

Sometimes I think he doesn't realize,
Sometimes I think he must
Why didn't he call me back?

He's not the type to tell me lies,
Or turn my hopes to dust,
Did he really forget to call me back?

Will I ever learn to let him go?
Ever realize he can't be mine?
Will he ever please just call me back?

Because I care for him so
I've given every sign
I'll wait for him to call me back.