This kills me because I pride myself on my honesty . . .but sometimes I lie about my feelings with the outside world. I will smile and laugh or be robotic when I’m sad and miserable inside.
However I am sad, and hurt and mad and upset and I feel like I am stuck in a dark, cold very lonely hole. I feel like this hole is only getting deeper.
I’m so sad. I’m going to bed.
Impatience
Rebekah Quinn © 2016
I never
Felt in
Such away
Like I
Do now.
I think
Of you
All of
The time:
In the
Early morning
And late
In the
Deep night.
I wish
We were
Together now
As I
Want to
Kiss you
Hold you
Hug you
And never
Let you
Ever go.
I pray
To the
Many gods
And fates . . .
I wish
On many
Shiny pennies
And stars
For us
To be
Closer, together.
But why
Such a
Long wait?
Why must
We go
Through this?
I know
A time
Will come
And we
Will be
Together soon.
But when?
I want passionate, love, and hope
I want to blush, giggle, and be swept off of my feet.
I want to feel safe, secure, and at home with him
I want more than just sex, money, or lust.
I want adventure, spontaneously fun, and hope.
I want commitment, excitement, and honesty.
I want intimacy, affection, and encouragement.
To me this is romance. . .
I Ache
I ponder
Many thoughts
I hope
I wish
That you
Are real.
I desire
True love
I want
More hope
I need
Solid proof
That you
Are you
I want
To hold
Tight always
Please be
Truly real
I ache
To know
If you
Are real.
Are you
Really you?
© 2016 Rebekah Quinne
I have not written poetry in a while. Maybe I will start again. . .
This for someone very special.
My Written Angel. . .
He walks within
The typed
With the sweetest words
Just for us
To see. . .
Even in pain
He is there for me
Why?
How?
Do I deserve. . .
A gentle soul?
He is hidden
Within the words
© 2016 Rebekah Quinne
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