Wednesday is for Love – Let Me Take Care Of You, Let Me

© Unknown

Let me take care of your broken heart
and show you how to fly.
Let me hold you gently by the hand
and kiss your tears goodbye.

Let me lead you to tomorrow's light
and out of needless rain,
'cause all I want right now
is to see you smile again.

Let me sing you all the songs I wrote
'til you sleep in my embrace,
and I'll keep you safe and warm until
the sunlight strokes your face.

Let me bring you up the mountain's peak,
and I'll let you touch the skies
to remind you of the strength I see
when I look into your eyes.

Let me kiss and show you what is love
and the happiness it brings.
You'll sail again like a butterfly
endowed with pretty wings.

Let me do all these to let you see
our fates are intertwined.
You're the accidental precious gem
I've waited long to find.

The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
They knew we both belong
to each other like words and lovely notes
give life to every song.

So fly with me, my beautiful one.
It's time we leave the past.
I'm yours to keep, and you are mine.
We're finally home at last.
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Remember When

©Pookie

Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember our first kiss goodnight,
the hug we shared that summer’s night.

Remember when we walked the beach
and all our dreams within our reach.
Remember how we used to be
when I had you and you had me.

Remember when we used to talk,
when we held hands and took long walks.
Remember how we spent our days
in warm sunshine and in the rain.

Remember when our one desire
was take a chance and ignite the fire.
Remember the times that made our hearts melt
and all of the passion and desire that we felt.

Remember when you looked at me
and saw the one you love and need.
Remember when you reached for me
and knew that we were meant to be.

Remember when our love was new.
Remember the day we both said, “I do.”
Remember the journey we started together.
Remember our love was always forever.

Remember the promise we made together,
to love and to cherish and to care for each other.
Remember the promise in good times and in bad
and to make each one happy rather than sad.

Remember when you held our child
and rocked the baby when I grew tired.
Remember the treasured times
like these when love grew into family.

Remember when the world was bright,
when we would laugh and hold on tight.
Remember when our hearts were broken,
when times were tough and words unspoken.

Remember when we grieved our loss
with parents gone and feeling lost.
Remember when our love endured
the pains and heartaches of the world.

What happened to the life we shared?
What happened to a love so rare?
What happed to the kiss goodnight,
the warm embrace, the love at night?

Did it all just happen? How do we right the wrong?
I know that in my heart your arms I do belong.

Can we live our lives together just like it all began,
and can we hold and cherish each other and remember our love again?

My Credo Of Life

©Pookie

Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life for all it’s worth,
With everything I am.
Let me see what’s right in front of me,
With vision crystal clear.
And face what’s waiting there for me,
With no hesitance or fear.
May I wake each day with gratitude,
For all my life may be.
And always feel that wonderment
At the world surrounding me.
May I welcome any strangers
With an open heart and mind.
And always stand for what is right
With all the strength that I can find.
Let me forgive myself for my mistakes,
While forgiving others theirs.
And never grow indifferent
But always strive to care.
Let me not forget what matters
In the scheme of every day,
To live each precious moment
In a kind and loving way.
For this moment now is everything,
Nothing matters but today.
So I’ll willingly embrace it
And not let it slip away.
For it passes all so quickly,
And one chance is all we get.
And a life of wasted

Just Because…

© Pookie

Just because I have a smile on my face,
It doesn’t mean that I don’t cry when I’m alone.
Doesn’t mean I don’t have problems,
Doesn’t mean I’m not dying inside.
All it means is that I can look past the negative in my life.

Just because I laugh a lot,
It doesn’t mean I’m happy,
Doesn’t mean my life is perfect.
You don’t know me, you don’t know my story,
You don’t know what I’ve been through.

Just because I self-harm,
It doesn’t mean I’m suicidal,
Doesn’t mean I’m going to hack at my arm in the middle of class
Or attack you with a scalpel.
All it means is that the pain is getting too great.

Just because I have scars,
It doesn’t give you the right to judge me,
Ostracize me like some sort of alien,
When instead you should be my friend.
Those scars mean that I’m real.
Look past them and see the real me.

The Beginning

© PookiE

He whispered to her one day, Depression did.
She was just reading in her room when
He creeped up and whispered in her ear,
“No one loves you.”
She tried to shake it off.

He hit her one day, Depression did.
She was just sitting in her room when
He took his fist and hit her in the heart.
“No one cares about you,” he whispered.
So hurt by this, she went to bed early.

He fooled her one day, Depression did.
She was lying under her blankets when
He lied down next to her.
“No one loves or cares about you, but I do,” he whispered.
She sunk farther inside her blankets.

He visited her every day now, Depression did,
Telling her his secrets and hitting her in the heart.
She felt suffocated, like she was drowning in sadness,
But she let him in again and again.

Mommy Will Sing A Lullaby

©P.O.O.K.I.E

All tucked up and snug in bed 
as angels stand guard above your head,
Mommy will kiss away your fears.
She'll stroke your hair and dry your tears.

She softly sings a lullaby 
about the stars up in the sky. 
Twinkle, twinkle star so bright, 
shining down on us tonight.

Her breath is warm upon your face 
as you lie still in her embrace. 
With sleepy eyes you gaze at mom
as the moon comes up to replace the sun.

Tomorrow will be another day 
where you'll have fun, laugh, and play. 
But sleep for now, and Mommy will sing a song for you 
and you will smile the whole way through.

She gently holds your hand in hers, your fingers wrapped around her thumb.
These are treasured moments as she waits for sleep to come. 
Her voice is but a whisper now; her tone is soft and true,
for there is nowhere in the world she'd rather be than lying here with you.
Every Scar Has A Story

© Pookie

Every scar has a story.
What will mine tell?
What will come of this
when I’m better, when I’m well?

I want my scar to tell 
of how I’ve overcome,
of how I made it through, 
of where I have come from.

I want my scar to whisper 
about the pain I faced, 
about this very hard time, 
about the marathon I raced.

But mostly I want my scar 
to speak of something greater 
I want it to shout 
about my living Creator.

Let my scar be evidence 
that there is a loving Lord
who fought my scary battles 
and on whose wings I soared.

Let my scar proclaim 
that all things work for good, 
that by myself I couldn’t
but with my God I could.

Let them take a look. 
Let them peek and see.
My scar shows God is great.
It points to Him, not me.

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