Sad Love Story

When we met I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, your charm was hypnotizing.
As time has gone on my feelings have gotten stronger and I cant hide them anymore.
I have always wished for a man like you to come along and be my friend maybe even my lover, then one day you introduced me to her and my dreams were shattered.
You told me she was the one you have been waiting for, the woman of your dreams.
You told me you don't know how you survived all of these years without her in your life.
You told me that now you are complete and every breath feels like springtime.
I told you I know what you mean because I feel the same way about you.
Now I am in a predicament because all I have wanted to do is tell you everything that is in my heart.
That heart is now left bleeding with no chance of relief from a pain so deep that my soul is left shaking.
How can you tell me you love her so much, know those feelings deep down inside and not see them in my eyes.
You told me she was the one you have been waiting for, the woman of your dreams.
You told me you don't know how you survived all of these years without her in your life.
You told me that now you are complete and every breath feels like springtime.
I told you I know what you mean because I feel the same way about you.
My story is common not so foreign to me, it seems like any man I have ever loved doesn't see inside of me.
Its possible that I haven't found the one true love meant for me or its possible that I am meant to walk life's roads alone.
So this is how the story ends I am left alone again wanting a man that will never be mine wanting what is not to be mine.
You told me she was the one you have been waiting for, the woman of your dreams.
You told me you don't know how you survived all of these years without her in your life.
You told me that now you are complete and every breath feels like spring time.
I told you I know what you mean because I feel the same way about you.
Is it possible for you to choose me?

My Pen

Time stood still outside of my hour glass so I decided to write.
I was told that writing was a cowards way out but to me its freedom.
I can live the life I have chosen through my pen turning words into memories of times never shared but remembered in my subconscious wanting.
I just let the words and the metaphors live inside my soul until I'm ready to let them spring forth from my pen and give life to creation.
With my pen and paper I feel like God's child speaking that which is not into existence.
With my pen I can scratch out past atrocities reborn of pain as if that section of my life never existed.
While my pen is given free rain I can imagine my flesh and organs on the sunny beaches of Brazil making my caramel skin bronze and revealing freckles on my nose.
I am given future happiness through my pen baring me children and a husband that don't currently exist.
My pen gives me away to beat down the ultimate enemy making God ruler of all in his kingdom and in his people.
Heavens gates open wide for me because I let my spoken words on paper reveal my true heart to God the only way that I know how through this pen.
I know that I have the strength to make it through the hard times with my soul running free across pages of times.
I have the spirit of an angel ready to receive her wings and take flight throughout this crazy world and create peace where there is none.
I am not a spoken word artist I am a poet and I am able to make wishes come true with just the flick of my wrist, some ink and a sheet of paper.