Saturday Love ( based
on Angels and Airwaves, written by Tom Delong)
I fly SR71’s in the warehouse
You laugh
You compare me with your three year old
Thank you
I still dream
I still see color
I have a soul
Its been screaming to come alive
I walk around the shadows
The observer in my own life
I am ready to take ownership
I have to admit
That I do feel like
An obtuse shape
The missing piece
Colorless
Without a pattern
I have not found my whole
Ill never grow up
I refuse
My innocence
My love
My soul
Will not die
I Dream
Of the color
That childlike
Spontaneous
Fun
Unadulterated
Love
This is within every one of us
We have been caged
I wait sixteen
A Saturday love
Your eyes never grow up
Find your virtuousness
You’re childlike Innocence
That is yelling
To get out
And find its way
To never grow old
Here is a poem I wrote after my husband passed away from lung cancer. These were questions he asked me.
ReplyDelete"Yes dear"
Do you love me?
"Yes dear"
Will you love me till death do us part?
"Yes dear"
Will you always be by my side?
"Yes dear"
Do you know how much I love you?
"Yes dear"
Will you stand by my side as I take my last breath?
"Yes dear"
Will you promise to follow my list?
"Yes dear"
Will you let me go when it's time?
"Yes dear"
Will you promise to go on and be happy?
"Yes dear"
Remember I Love you and have no regrets.
"Yes dear"
Is it time yet?
"Yes dear"
Can I go?
"Yes dear"
I Love you, don't be sorry. ( was his last words to me)
I Love you too my dear. ( was my last words to him)
Wrote by; Paula Gregory-Monst
For my husband, love of my life: Gene L.Monst
Beautiful....Thank you for shareing this
DeleteThank you. I have many more I wrote. I will share as I get stronger. My hope is, that they will help others heal too.
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