Hope

I went upstairs and looked at the moon,
wondering if you are looking at it too,
I asked old moon to deliver a message,
that I live each day waiting for you,

Right things comes at the right time,
the moon is patient and so am I,
and when the stars finally align,
I know we will meet eye to eye,

Make love to me with a touch of grace,
hold me tight and caress my face,
but until that day we are together,
I ask the moon to keep you safe.

Gone.

Today I am thinking of him

More than I should

I don’t want to remember him

I know he doesn’t think of me

Yet I still check my empty inbox

Still check his twitter feed

Thinking if there is a status about me

Am I crazy?

Or Am I mad?

To love a guy who has never loved me

To love a guy who looked at her

The way I wanted to be looked at

Am I crazy?

For trying to bring him the moon,

In hopes to impress him,

I painted his picture,

Painted the sky,

Wrote a poem,

Yet it never touched him

I couldn’t give him words,

Because I am not good with it,

So I gave him my heart,

It is still with him.

Gone.