Rain hasn’t come along in quite sometime

making the secret garden bare and barren

quite thirsty for moisture that will somehow

lead to a sweet rupture of velvety petals

waiting for raindrops and dewdrops.

Space

I can rest my head if I will surely know

that you are mine. But as of right now

I will be needing reassurance from you.

We both need sometime to be alone and so

if you need space… i’ll give you space.

You know where to reach me.

Point of view

To him, I just a broken melody

needing to be fixed by a lost musician

a lost cause he said.

To me, I am a wild flower

my beauty is of my existence

and because of myself

I continue to survive.

We all have inner strength and survival instincts, we just need to master the courage to use them. -justme62

Melancholy

I died a million times

when you started hiding

your eyes from me.

I walked into the darkness

soothing my own pain.

Closed my eyes only to

blind me temporarily.

The westerly wind stirs the sail

of the melancholy boat.

I float, I float on the western sea

until the dark shrouded me.

Scarred

I may not have nothing left to say

because I am scarred

and unable to speak my mind.

The tide rises with the moon

the stars twinkle from above.

And here I am mummed to oblivion.

My scars will heal and will serve as a reminder that I life is not perfect. -justme62 -photo by Pixabay

Being strong

When life is throwing lemons at you… Stand your ground, take a deep breath! Take those lemons and make some lemonade. Heck! pour some Vodka in it.

Cheers! Don’t let life get you down! You got this!! Now wipe those tears away and start making some lemonade.

photo by justme62

Heartstrings

He tugged and pulled every fiber of my heart

How can this an apologetic, un assuming, handsome man

Be so oblivious of how I feel about him.

Sauntering in front of him maybe 3 times a dayWearing my sweetest smile in my rouge colored lispstick and he never even complimented me, not even on my sweet little black and white polka dot dress I had on the other day.

I need to up my game, yes, yes I need to up my game.

What a shame he doesn’t know what he’s missing…

Single rose

A single rose withstanding

the winter’s sweet kiss

of icy dew and snowy drip

sipping wine by the light of the moon

so late into the night

staving off

a fear of another solitary slumber

momentarily basking

in silent reverie

staring at the bottom

of an empty glass