How...I know

How is it that eveytime we cross paths observers are worried
How can it be that two very different people make a house a home
How true is it that the best things in life a free
Nevertheless we pay to enjoy the majority of life's pleasures


How come it's easy to reach out to me
Yet difficult to accept me
How so that we love the idea of each other
Yet we prefer to keep a safe distance
How come I get the feeling we will always have a strong bond
Even though we may not be together


How come I love that idea and content with it
I know it's because I let you go a long time ago
You see I respect you a lot and know you also had to
Rediscover yourself after we split 4 years ago


I know through those years we both a secret wish in our hearts that we
would somehow find our way back to each
I know you know that I know it's never over until we stop breathing
So my prayer my lover, husband, boyfriend, best friend, is that we
will be content with whatever life throws at us and maintain that bond
no matter what


Life is just beginning :)

Maybe

Maybe I'm afraid you'll hurt me again

Maybe I won't be able to get up the next time I fall

Maybe you will fall in love with her again

Maybe I'm just not sure about any of this

Maybe I don't trust my heart in your hands anymore

Maybe I'm scared I'll always worry about your other family

Maybe I think you're not sure about what you want

Maybe I just want to live and let live

Maybe I don't believe in happy endings anymore

Maybe my life has too many twists and turns

Maybe all I need is for you to be my friend for real

                                       Not my man with deals

Maybe I believe that what is meant to be will be

But just maybe my life's just beginning...

Maybe...

The woman on the other side

I am the woman on the other side

I am smart, bold, witty and beautiful

But I'm scorned, often I find myself depressed even suicidal at times,

'Why', you ask?

Because I am the woman on the other side

Many see me and envy me,

Many see me and think to themselves, 'I wish I were her'

But do they see my tears at night while I hug my pillow close

Do they hear my sighs, or see the sadness in my eyes..

No they don't

'Why', you ask?

Because I'm the woman on the other side

I strive for perfection

and I dare say I'm close with mock satisfaction

Yet my heart knows the truth

My womb yearns to hide God's most intricate work till nature forces a protrusion that screams 'there's life!'

I long for the warmth of a man's loving arms

A man who will take me as I am, faults and all

A man who will be my Clyde,
While I'll be his Bonnie with pride,

Filling the rest of my days with another life we will create.

But God must have other plans

'Why', you ask?

Because I am the woman on the other side

I have loved deeply a few 'chosen ones'

Some taught me selflessness

others taught me the secrets to life

and a few showed me the dark side of love

Yet I haven't given up

I am still hopefull that day is coming, when at last I will say

'I AM THE TRIUMPHANT WOMAN ON THE OTHER SIDE!'