But it Ain’t Wrong!

This is a song I penned in a moment of musical inspiration. I am fan of both Rock and Country music genres. I foresee someone composing this into a nice little song some day!

Will it be a hit? Let’s wait and listen!

Desolate and Alone

I write a song,
That may never be sung,
But it ain’t wrong, no not wrong
To write a chord that rung!

I etch memories to words,
That may never be pondered,
But it ain’t in vain, no not in vain
To believe you’ll grow fonder!

My melodies may cry,
Tears that may never be seen,
But it ain’t hidden, no not hidden
From those who have been!

My agony hides,
Behind a knowing smile,
But it ain’t a choice, no not a choice
‘Tis a salve for the next thorny mile!

I laugh in pain,
Screams of a wounded heart,
But it ain’t a shame, no not a shame
When life’s ripping you apart!

I see the truth,
In every body’s lie,
Bit I ain’t judging, no not judging
I too am passing by!

You exist,
Though not in my life,
But it ain’t right, no not right
To exhale my desolation rife!

I live to see,
The day I assuredly die,
But it ain’t wrong, no not wrong
To wish for the lasting high!

When you said I love you

When I first heard you say – ‘I love you’
I just stared
And I was scared Of being lonely
Of losing, before I even found you.

When I first heard you say – ‘I love you’
I had hoped I could say it you first
I prayed for the courage to look in to your eyes
Without turning them away lest you find them moist;

When I first heard you say – ‘I love you’
I wished…I just wished You had said it to me!

I cant smile without you!

Just couldn’t help posting this here. Dedicated to an angel. An all time Barry Manilow Classic. Please excuse the corny ending, but this video was one of the better ones that I found on the tube or maybe I did not look enuff!

A Poem without a title

rose_doodle_2There are moments everyday when I feel, in my hands I must hold your face,
And look in to your eyes and say I love you.
I feel like holding you close at all times lest I lose myself in this life’s maze,
And feel your breath against my chest every morning new.

Then at other times I miss your hug and your touch,
And into my hands I yearn for the way your fingers gently slips,
Your ever so soothing caress means so much,
I find myself often reminiscing the soft brush of your lips.

I yearn to see myself in your eyes,
Cradled between your sweeping lashes with loving care;
And gentle whispers in my ears will suffice
Please hold me tight and save me from the wordly glare.

The days you refuse to talk to me are the ones that I dread
I feel so lost and helpless like a lamb
And cry my eyes till red
And pray that you find me and forgive me for what I am.

A Sneak Preview of ‘A Tear in the Pillow’

An excerpt from the upcoming poem from my poet friend….

I’m staring at the ceiling and its late in the night;
Wishing you’ll come back, but that seems nowhere in sight.
I’m tossing and turning and I am dreaming of you;
I dreamt you’d be back, and how I wish dreams come true.

I wake up to find me alone and a tear starts to roll…
I’m weeping quietly with the pillow that I hold…

Every single day I pray for you, my love;
The first time….

……more coming soon!

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