More beautiful

I wish I was more beautiful

For then would be able to capture every heart

Steal every smile

Snatch every word because I knew it would be dedicated to me

I wish I was more beautiful

Because then I would never wonder if you wanted me

If you desired me

Craved me, without restraint or regard to what the future would be

I wish I was more beautiful

Then I would be measured against the wonders of the world

I’d be more than just a girl

I wouldn’t have to even speak, you see

If I were more beautiful

I wouldn’t have to feel or care

I wouldn’t have to do or have

I wouldn’t have to love anyone but myself

All I have is a pen…

All I could do was form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart

In order to accept the hours minutes days that we are apart

I run to the internet hoping that I can get

Just a crumb of attention from you

But there is nothing there and I’m left with despair… and then

And all I have left is a pen

To hell with all the protocol

All I want is for you to call

With just a minute of your time for me

And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart

In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart

I drop to my knees to pray for that one day

You will come home

And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart

In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart

Because all I have to cling to is my pen

©Michelle McGriff 2009

In my perfection

When you first touched me,

Time stood still

All plans were nil

Only your eyes I could see

You set my heart free

We laughed, we loved, from morn til eve

All night the bliss

The only taste was your kiss

Why did you, my heart deceive?

Or maybe I just wanted so badly to believe

I thought, while all your letters were burning

That I was the fool

You were so cool

Thought I’d never stop yearning

That the world would stop turning

Dramatic outcries breaking into my peace

Aches in my bones

A never ending Jones

But this must cease

For you are a mere crease

Not the end all be all

Just a mere crease

In my perfection

© Michelle McGriff 2009

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