Mother goose retires.


OK, I admit it..
I drew hearts around your name.
Sighed like a schoolgirl over a movie star
created fantasies fantastic..and slightly outlandish
in their reality.
I admit it…I got dramatic
made you into a knight in shining armor
made you the Romeo, to my pretend Juliet,
though, neither of us fit that part
(suicide is for quitters).

I admit I acted the romantic idiot
who saw you through rose colored lenses
and saw you as something bigger than life
something bright and slightly unbelievable.
I admit it.

When I met you
I was waiting for the heavens to open up
and sing me songs of sweet surrender..

Instead I got you.

You who has a soul that battles daily
to remember what he wakes for.
You who has no idea how he gets through each new challenge
Who feels he is not a knight, but a simple man,
easily forgotten in a crowd.
You who knows not what the future holds,
and what his heart exists for
from beat to beat.

You who makes me laugh,
chases my blues eastward, westward
anywhere but inward.
You who makes me smile,
discovering inside me something new
and tenderly understood.
You who makes me remember
all the ways I am strong and loved.

You are not what I imagined
you are instead just what I need.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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