Author Archives: Blue Petal
DREAMS
Dreaming dreams hoping for a light,
waiting patiently for something in the night,
wanting so desperately to mean something,
to mean more than something to some one;Dreaming of times long gone,
when winter melted into spring,
and burst into summer and fall,
when a season remained just that, a season;But then time flew,
and we grew,
and that ends the story of me and you.
SWEETER THAN HONEY
It’s the cool breeze,
as it brushes softly on your cheek
It’s the sunlight
seeping in through your window sill
It’s rain drops
pattering gently on the roof
It’s little nuances like these
when we embrace and kiss
It’s my friendship to you
and your kind gestures towards me
and I still think my love,
that you are much, much sweeter than honey!
I GUESS
English: Sunset at Kalpeni. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I guess it’s easier for you to stop loving me,
I guess it’s easier to demand what you want,
without asking me how i feel,
I guess you think I am just so full of it;
How about you just forget all that bull,
how about you just fuck me real good,
how about you do something spontaneous,
aside from your laid out life for once;
I guess I just need you so freakin’ bad,
how about you kiss me now;
I guess am really afraid of being hurt,
how about you show me how….
to trust
to need
to hope
to love
SHE SWEPT
African Children (Photo credit: 300td.org)
I saw her today, for the first time,
a broom on her left and her child on her right,
and on her shoulders… a ton of burdens,
she glanced at me as I passed,
but her hands kept that mechanical sweep
brushing away the dust off the road.
The child, her child, a girl,
she was so beautiful,
yet with every brush of the broom, her face turned a lighter brown,
and her mother, her dear mother kept
dragging her wandering feet away from the road side
protecting her like a mother should,
even if all she had were her hands and a mother’s love;
Still she swept.
I CLOSED MY EARS
I had to close my ears to the world,
because all around me was noise,
and all around me were people telling me how wrong
you were for me.
Why is age that important?
Can’t I choose the one I want to love without worrying
about what he says, or she says?
I had to close my ears to the world,
the world was cruel, and mean, and cold,
too cold for the kind of warmth I had for you,
too cruel for the kind of love I felt for you.
Why is colour so important,
or height, or weight, or religion,
or culture, or tradition?
I closed my ears to the world a long long time ago,
and am glad I did my love,
because now I see that you were my world,
and now I know why we lasted this long,
and I will never let my ears open at all.
JUST NOT YET READY
I tried, i tried again
to let you in,
to let us breathe,
to let love be.
But somehow I just was not ready.
And every time I tried to give you all of me,
My soul said no, not now, not now
And yet I still tried.
But my heart was not yet ready.
Baby I am TIRED of trying
tired of trying to be ready for you,
whatever that means,
I should probably just jump into the sea eyes closed
But my heart is just not yet ready…
But my heart is just not yet ready…
Baby, I said my heart is just not yet ready!
Not yet, not now, not ever,
because you see, I was already ready ages ago,
just not for you.
Sorry babe, but…
My heart is just not yet ready for you at all!
