Sunday, 2 January 2011
06:00:56 AM (GMT)
My lovely mother, DaKarra. You were the Mother Hen, guarding her eggs against
any trouble. Sometimes, though, you needed something else, a break from your needy
chicks-to-be. So you left us. And when we thought you weren't watching, you were.
Someway or another. You never left us, not once, you were always their, hidden away.
As soon as your young chick-lets hatched, they were restless to explore.
Restless to break away from the nest. And so, you were forced to let us. But you made
sure we stayed near you, our weary mother hen. And when one strayed to far, you were
quick to catch us before we fell.
Some of us were a bit more stubborn then others, and refused to back down at times.
And that drove you away from us for a while.
We chick-lets tend to be very unappreciative, showing wise. But we've always
appreciated you, now matter what. We've always loved you. And we always will.
Jealousy. A sick, and sad feeling most of us have.
My jealousy for you and Claire. A little more of an insecurity then a jealousy. I
though you would replace me with her. Because the truth be known, Claire is much,
much better then me. She is desperate for your love. And I'm selfish, knowing that I
have your love. She is wonderful, caring, and you are or were able to see her. She's
more near your age. She hasn't had kids. She shows her undying love for you all the
It puts me in great pain to say this, but please go to Claire. Love her as you
love me, but more. Much more. I wasn't lying when I said I'd always love you,
forever. But, when you love someone enough, you care for whats right for them. Ad not
yourself. So, Claire is best for you. She always was. So please dear, stay, but go to
Ah, what a tragedy. And the crowd hold their breath, not wanting to look, but
not wanting to look away. An eruption of gasps from the crowd fills the room as these
words escape my lips, a bittersweet feeling buzzing inside of my mind. Bitter because
of your leaving, sweet because I know you'll be in a better place with Claire.
And the red curtain is drawn in, and the show is over. For now.
My dear, do you remember that garden? That confessed my undying love for you? Well,
those flowers are still in bloom.
Purple swirls tinged with red.
A bed of roses, nearly dead.
A sea of dreams, almost broken.
This poem my dear, is just a token.
A token of my love,
A token for my love.
A poem for the selfless,
A poem from the selfish.
A tear of misery,
A flood of sadness.
Without you here,
Immersed in madness.
And although I try and hide it.
Hide my dark insides.
They slip out all over,
Without you by m side.
Mistreated and unappreciated,
You thought we had moved on.
But now, can you see,
Your the only one we love?
Forever and Always, my only favorite
I know I'm not the best for you.
I know I cause you pain.
But every tear you cry,
Is a flood in my eyes.
Anytime your in pain,
Anytime your not happy,
I feel it a thousand times harder.
Bound with iron,
Bound with love.
A key not made,
And not one I would ever search for.
You bring out a side of me,
A side I love to see.
You bring out new fees for me,
Feelings to you, from me.
Your soul is seems.
Powerful and lovey,
Bursting at the seams.
With every ounce of love that fills it,
A thousand pounds drip from me.
But rather then to be for someone else,
You own them all. Whether you like it or not.
A sacrifice of love,
A flame form above.
A flood of perfection,
As you come back to us.
A yearning heart,
A restless heart.
Dying for attention,
Dying for your love.
But more then anything,
All I truly want,
Is for you to return.
That is most of what I yearn.
A ticking clock,
As night takes its place.
And as hours begin to pass,
My heart begins to race.
My mind is filled with thoughts of joy,
And my heart is filled with hope.
Hope that you may return tonight.
Hope that you will return soon.
But for now, I must wait. Wait, and wait and wait.