Think Of Me

I know this is kind of cheesy, and I wrote it in about 7 mins, but I guess it has some meaning?
Let me know what you think.
I wrote it as a song.






"You walk into different places.
always looking for familiar faces.
but did you ever once think of me?


Well, I'm no famous artist.
But I paint what I see in time.
From your first walk to your
romance talk.
I never was behind.
No I never was, I never was behind.


So now you're far away now,
living on your own now.
I bought you that golden key,
that leaded you into victory,
but did you ever once think of me?
oh did you ever once think of me?

Well, I'm no famous artist.
But I paint what I see in time.
From your first fight to your
midnight crime.
I never was behind.
No I never was, I never was behind."

You don't

look at me and see my looks. You look at me and see yourself. You strive for everything but what you have, and crave to the other girl you wish to be. If I wanted to be you, I'd tell you. But how would you feel of that? Admired? Worthy? No. You should feel satisfied with yourself and what you make of it. If you aren't please with the way you look, the words you use, then change it. But remember me by telling you this:

We are made with different lengths of toes and fingers. We are made with slow walks or long runs. We are made with our eyes close or far apart from each other. We are made for our own reason and only God can have this reason for us. Don't get mad at one trying to change into you, if you are willing to change yourself.

I'm

not so sure why I love to write so much.
Maybe it's because I look at what I felt and reading it feels so much stronger.

today. shall. be. good.

lots of green tea.

I miss

the way you would laugh at my sneeze. I miss you tying my shoes. I miss the sound of innocence in your voice. I miss your long words and short actions. I miss your short actions and long words. I miss the way you played the piano late in the summer. I miss your maturity at such a young age. I miss your scent of capability. I miss you being honest at the toughest times. I miss you for your kind heart. If I have to miss one thing, then let it be that. Your kind heart.

So be it

If I breathe in, will I remain this way?
Same ol' lungs through out the day.
Maybe if I sleep for an hour more,
Turn out the lights.
I have awaken, my bones are sore.
Turn on the lights.
My cabinet is a treasure chest.
The many bottles to explore.
I'll have a glass when I can't rest.
Maybe just one more.
My clock is always ticking.
At midnight it rings her bell.
I miss my sweetheart, dearly.
At midnight I believe that's her way to tell.
My children are far apart now, living on their own.
And here I am now, in my own zone.
I turn out the lights just once more.
My memories are fading as I enter that door.
I struggle to the mirror and see a hopeless man.
A hopeless man that deserves a second chance.
So be it, if it's my time.
So be it, if I must die.
So be it, if I'm alone.
So be it, I'll eventually know.









This is a poem I wrote a few months back.
It isn't my best, but it really got my eye.

I'm not too sure

I'm not too sure if I'll always think this way.
My thoughts crumble as the paper stays.