How long till I meet you?
You are the person I long to meet.
You are the person who I know will always be there for me.
You will laugh and cry with me, when no one else will.
It could be weeks, months, or years till I meet you.
But I'm sure when I do, I will fall to my knees thanking God for you,
the new addition to my family.
. . . . . .
Curin and I hop down the stairs into the musty, dark, black, hide and seek room. Upstairs Landon was counting.
”4….5….6…..7…..8,9,10 READY OR NOT HERE I COME!”
Immediately we run and duc behind the door of the small pantry Landon leaps onto the couch, causing us to giggle. He rubs his arm and jumps back up determined to find us on his second try. We muffled our laughs with our fluffy dresses\ as Landon checked inside the small pantry.
…….
I hear the door leading to me open and I see a strip of light come into the dark area. I squeeze farther and farther into my hiding spot, scared for my life.
Love
Sometimes I wonder how many times I run through your mind. Once, twice, maybe you don’t think of me at all. I used to believe you when you told me you loved me, but all you really did was ruin love for me. Now when people tell me they love me, I don’t think much of it. Why should I, when the person I loved most, doesn’t love me at all.
You are Here to Fly
You are here to fly- but the sky doesn't accept you.
Having arms instead of feathers, I cry beside you.
Fear controls me, but not you, your soul soars high.
Eventually you can touch the sky.
You are here to fly- but fly alone, the ocean makes my soul rust.
I run to you, Poseidon, for my life to you I entrust.
You are here to fly- fly along side the monsters,
I can think of no other honor.
Search the depths, there only the monsters go.
I long to join them in the deep blue, but my name isn't on the manifesto.
You are here to fly- reach out your featherless arms and hold my hand.
Plunge deep, but I must stay on land.