Becky's Poetry Blog

 She had a relaxed smile crossing the face; She was tilting the head slightly to ones side; Her chest puffing out: Covering ones smile with one hand; She was making strong eye contact with others; She was very well pleased with herself.

 Her insecurity left her friendless With the way she break eye contact and shrugging Speaking into to quiet a voice Asking for reassurance from others All this led to self destruction And led to others to want to stay away from her All she could do was get a self love workbook And work on herself 

 Life is complicated to the eye, It is complicated to the imagination, It’s key to the brain: And a life to the lifeless; And hope to the hopeless; It can give you vision you never seen before, Insight you never invisioned, This is your brain on life.

 In a cool room; I sit down: To write poetry; I have on shorts, And a long sleeve blouse, And I’m freezing; My dog is shaking like a leaf: She is scratching herself; She anxiously awaits. 

 You give me love since we may not part; You shall give  it to me, Bring back your love for me, As true as the day you gave me your heart, You talk a foreign language, Of love, treasure, and spoil, Our love shall not search your heart, But be one.

The birds fly through the south singing and rejoicing that the day has begun and the sun is shining when the evening comes The sunsets comes   and brings warmth to the soul and love to the heart and darkness to the light.

 My love why have you forsaken me What have I done to you?  All I did was love you. Now you left me.  Why have you forsaken me?  I did no wrong. I wish you would come back, Tell me it's all a joke, Where did I go wrong?