A Gallant Hero for a Damsel in Distress

I’ve

cried so many nights for you

Guess you never had a clue

Shed too many tears

Hopin’ you would appear

cried a river that had a trail

For weeks no call, text, visit, or even an e-mail

holding myself saying its going to be okay

Take it slow day by day

so I called your name

but you weren’t there however someone else was

i hesitated and yeilded to that other voice

Instead still i called for you

You were all I had, now I don’t, then I was blue

Desperately a fool i became

clinging to your name

but you weren’t there

however someone else was

you should have lied

you could have tried

instead neglection was all I received

so cold hearted is what I became to be

it no longer mattered

no more can you flatter

or charm me like in the past

your dancing words

can not be heard

the stunning arguments

and conspicuous hints

translates to one hell of a joke

begging, demands, and ultimatums

keep um have um hell you can shove um

Cause

no longer will I call your name

senses lost dead of will and cares

dreams were the same as nightmares

a now shallow doll empty and fake

i put on a show, which is now easy to make

happiness forgotten my lips still curl'd

frozen and awkward to the big demanding world

so i no longer called your name

and still you weren't there

but someone else however was

I stopped hesitating and yielding

I let them in

Thank you God for my friend

My cup is filling

Now I’m caring and willing

or almost getting there

I smile and mean it

Happiness attained

and now will be maintained

Now I’m loved, valued, and cherished

Its obvious these feelings shall never perish

Dreams are dreams

Now we are a team

Together in sync placing one foot in front of the other

And more importantly we care for one another

We gathered our problems and set them a cast

Now our past is in the past

My eyes are dry and content

Keeping a smile on my face in their only intent

so now I will only call for their name

and they...

in turn…..

respond.

-Leslie Smith

Tear-Stained Glasses

Boldly I wear my tear stained glasses while standing amid the falling rain.  I look up to find hope within the warm rays within the sun.  The tears of the sky mingle with my own and begin making their own pathways on skin of my face. I see nothing but clouds, however I have faith that alas the sun will shine and the dirty water will soon disapate.  My tears will dry leaving a residue of alarmingly crusty white marks, but who cares because my smile will once again be reborn.  But for now, I will embrace and equipt myself before the inevitable times the rain attempts to weigh me down.  I will lift my head high all while wearing my tear stained glasses.  After the storm had come and passed, the rain's weather residue left nose sniffiling winds.  An eerie resonance feeling of a hard won victory can be felt through the hanging humidty in the air.  I began to reflect on previous obstacles the storm presented before me and instatly began re-live how one by one I encountered and defeated those challanges issued by the Mother Nature.  The alarmingly crusty white teared residue on my face are my asthetically beautiful trophies of the difficult accomplishments I had to endure. So now, with a smile on my face I can proudly wear my tear-stained glasses.