Poems

Poems are my diary,
I write differently than most.
People ask if they can read,
Usually, no…
Again, it’s like my diary.
No one reads one,
So the other?

Sometimes they rhyme,
Sometimes they are just thoughts
broken by a new line.
I write what I think,
feel,
have felt,
see,
and anything else.

Whether others would understand,
I doubt.
But I get my meaning
just fine.

My One, My Only

What happens when he finds out
I’ve deceived him, not intentionally,
But I have, no doubt.
Will he forgive me? Learn to live with me?
Or will our love fade-out?
He’ll begin to know the real me.
When the time comes, I won’t hold out.
I will show my true self then,
Every day; day in, and day out.
Although I’ve changed,
Will he still remain devout?
Would he be changed too?
Or would I already know him over and out?
I would hope, me, he could stand,
Because on him, my love would be sold out,
My one, my only,
Forever and ever, an end without.

My Story

Turning endless pages of this tragedy,
My life; here today, gone tomorrow.
All my experiences, from my Lord I borrow.

Good moments, and bad too,
They're all apart of my history,
Planed by God, for me; My story.

Through all that has happened,
And that which has yet to come,
A better Christian I will become.