Untitled#6   I Wish She Could..

With her feet up high swinging ever so lightly,

if only she could feel the wind kissing her toes.

With her hands being held,she’s lost in melancholy,

if only only she could let its presence grow.

Sighing and screaming asking for an escape,

if only she could feel the constant ebb and flow.

Looking to the stars for her perfect meaning

If only she could sink in and brace the halo.


For holding, catching, supporting and crawling

He don’t need no Ovation .

He’d do it all again, over and over again ,

if only she could spare him minute worth of attention.




#6  Don’t ever become numb to those flashing torches to slap you back into reality.

Don’t ever hold on to your griefs so tightly that what you have slips away,ever so slowly.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Marie says:

    Grief often makes us self-centered. Hopefully she’ll realize what’s in front of her and keep things in perspective.

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    1. cias911 says:

      Exactly what I was trying to say. And yes I hope that too …

      Liked by 1 person

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