I came across this while filing today (by the way I dislike filing - hence I have not done it in a year); the author is unknown. I wanted to get rid of the paper but I liked the poems so I figured I would reproduce it here, and hope I'm not sued later.
All I ever did
All I ever did was love you
Why did you have to make me blue?
I never asked for much
But just a soft warm touch
All I ever did was miss you
So why couldn't you miss me too?
Thoughts of you were with me all day
But of menot for a minute would you let them stay
All I ever wanted was to be your boo
Why couldn't you just let me be with you?
You just had to treat me great
Because only on your request would I be late
All I ever wanted was to be in your arms forever
But no!!! I should have been a lil more clever
Your kisses, not even in a dream would I resist
But your love never began, while mine just won't cease
All I ever needed were true kisses
Why couldn't they tell me I was missed?
Not even a hug, you'd bother just give me
So finally, from your memories I will flee
It matters not
It matters not the distance between us
But the level of our trust
It matters not how often we speak
But the excitement in the convo, that's the trick
It matters not the time we spend together
But the language of the feeling felt, never or forever
It matters not the tears I've cried
But the fact that my sweetie is still by my side
It matters not the trouble we've been thru
But the joy that I feel because you're still my boo
It matters not the sleepless nights I've had
But the promise you made to always make me glad
It matters not just saying you love me
But the way you explain it when you do kiss me
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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