| Respect I have always been the poet- Good with the written word, when it comes to you though My muse gives me the bird. I have typed out so may lines- Only to turn around and delete, What is it about you that Makes my paragraphs incomplete? I can't say it's intimidation- I would have never even tried. I have been down that road- Never again will I be denied. No it's more like admiration, A deep down sense of respect. Just wanting to say just the things You will not soon forget. By Stacey Denman |
| Curious I don't want to pretend I am the only lonely one- I don't want to really whine or bitch either. Just sometimes when things are coming undone- I just feel like she is suppose to be here. Then I am curious where she could possibly be- Feeling crazy missing someone I haven't met. And I am curious if she also misses me, I wonder why we haven't found the other yet. Many nights she is right there in my dreams, Though I can't see her face I know I love her. And for just a bit nothing is coming apart at the seams- But by noon that feeling is but a mere blur. By Stacey Denman |
