When I vow I will stop thinking of her it’s because I can’t stop When I say she is forgotten the truth is, she is not Look at me denying I am in denial and I don’t know where to start Perhaps I can deceive my friends but I will never fool my heart My brain continues to remember what my heart refuses to forget so I’ll continue to pretend I’m not haunted by the girl I haven’t met
Just because you’re my grand obsession my beautiful poetic muse doesn’t mean these little words were meant for you we both know there is a clock by my bed that marks every lonely hour you’re not by my side that doesn’t mean I wrote these words for you yes, I admit my lips ache for you as I breathe your words crave your prose which flow through my burning veins that doesn’t mean these words were written for you just because you’re my north and my south and I refuse to live a day without your poetry as your words fill me with joy as your rhymes beat with my heart don’t read between blurred lines just get over it these little words were never meant for you
Hola. Missed you. Took a two week hiatus to rest. Lonely Author is well and still waiting for a surgery date. I have kept myself busy writing To Do lists. Suddenly, after two boring weeks of thinking of To Do stuff to be done, I came to the conclusion I don’t have enough time to do the things on all of my To Do lists. So, the Chimp trashed them and decided to go back to writing.
I will drop by to visit all of you. Thank you for all of the lovely messages.