When I see you
I will know.
You’re face will light up
and I will glow.
Our broken pieces
will match together;
not the same,
but will act as a tether.
We will not be perfect
but our love will fit.
When we find each other
the flame of love will be lit
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I will wait
for inspiration to come
for thought to appear,
like a word bubble from my head.
I will wait
until my mind is ready
and my brain turns on,
like a computer booting up.
I will wait
until I am ready
until my body tells me
it is time to write.
Then when patience
is no longer needed
and inspiration comes
I will write.
I will write whatever
my mind tells me to write,
my brain whispers to my fingers,
and what is scribbled
in the thought bubble above my head.
When I know what to write
I will ready my body
unleash my mind
and write,
but until then
I will wait.
Sometimes you need to wait other times you just need to write. This of course is a combination of both. I needed to write as I waited.
Shh, don’t tell me
these feelings are inside.
I do wonder if you can see
this thing that I almost try to hide.
You have to know
why I’m not shouting it.
I don’t know how this feeling will grow
and I may be shy a bit.
I thought this would be a longer poem, but it’s not. I said what I needed to and hope you enjoy it.