26 October 2003

Knocking (please see)

Filed under: > Style Experiments, Poetry — Laura @ 12:00 am

You say you’re alone;
You tell me I don’t really know you. (I know, I know)
You close the door on me, say you’re protecting me
from who you are. (I see)

But I see you through and through;
I would come in with you;
I stand and knock at your door.
I wish you’d look at me,
that you would truly see (please see)
I wholly love who you are.

You say you can’t cope;
You say that the pain is just too hard to bear. (let me carry)
Still you sit alone inside, too afraid not to hide,
Afraid to stain me. (let me see)

But I would be clean with you;
I would come in with you;
I stand and knock at your door.
I wish you’d look at me,
that you would truly see (please see)
I wholly love who you are.

1 October 2003

Think of Me Occasionally, But Not Often

Filed under: > Miscellaneous, Poetry — Laura @ 12:00 am

I hope that you don’t miss me
I hope you don’t regret that I am gone
I hope your life is satisfied, complete
I hope that you are happy you moved on

And yet I hope we had enough of joy
That sometimes when you hear a sad refrain
Or suddenly the scent of funnel cakes
Brings my face to your memory once again

I think of you occasionally, but not often
Maybe less often than is kind
Maybe more often than is wise

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