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