Showing posts with label la poeta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label la poeta. Show all posts

Friday, October 4, 2019

What could she do???

He told her that he loved her 
It could have been the 2nd or the 3rd time that she heard it from him 
She didn’t say anything 
All she did was smile 
What could she say?
I love you too!

No she couldn’t say it
Because with him the lines were blurred
He was different and she was still exploring 
Learning about him and all that he was 
He wasn’t like the other people that came into her life 
With the purpose of simply being friends and offering some good laughs

He was there hoping to be more and she wasn’t sure of what to do
They worked together and things were still building for her 
She didn’t know if it was safe to let her guard down 
But each time she stared into his eyes, she saw something 
Something that she hadn’t seen in a long time 
It was a look deeper than the one Kevin got when he looked at Winnie 
After telling her “I like you, like you” 

But she was scared 
She was afraid that their intimacy wouldn’t be theirs 
But something that belonged to the world 
She was afraid that the secrets that she kept for so long 
Would escape him and find their way to someone else 

She didn’t know what to do 
She was afraid of taking the risk…
She was afraid of holding his hand to later fall into a lettuce batch 
The way Samantha did when Smith held her hand 
But if she fell, would he be there to help her get back up?
She didn’t know…

Bionica 

Thursday, November 15, 2018

But how???

He was on a roll 
Asking her questions 
Making her question 
What things are 
How should they be 

Who is to say what’s really right?
Who is to say what really is the key to happiness?

And so she thought 
To herself, not aloud 
Not with him 

She thought about how great money is 
It can buy a lot of things 
But she didn’t really care for things 
What she really lived for was those moments 
Those moments that like in that ever so famous cliché 
Takes your breath away 

Alas, it was true 
At least her truth 
She cared not to be wealthy in money 
It would be nice, but not a priority 

She just wanted to be happy 
She just wanted to be free
She knew very well that she could be broke 
Broke but happy 

Broken and glued together and sewn back in so many places
But still happy 
Because it wasn’t all that bad
There were moments
Moments life gave her that were just as beautiful 
As all the hurt she had once experienced 

But what about him?
How could she tell this to him?
How could she make him feel?
How could she help him enjoy 
The feeling of the wind zipping past his face
While he ran on the field…

How could she teach him to love early mornings 
The kind in which the sky is seen 
With clouds of pink 
Like neon cotton candy across the sky 

How could she teach him to adore 
Those loving whispers 
The ones made each night 
Right before she said goodnight 

How?

-Bionica