Haircut...

There she was, lost on her way,
To a salon for her hair cut.
We got to talking, and I must say,
She has just the biggest...heart.

I couldn't help but stare
At the angel before me.
All the while thinking there
If she sees what I see.

We went for a drink after
While rain serenaded us with its patter.
Who knew such a story was possible,
That love at first sight was plausible.

There she was, lost on her way,
To a salon for her hair cut.
We got to talking, and I must say,
She ran off with my heart.

Defined Beauty...

Tell me your story,
I'll tell you mine.
Would you like a drink,
Perhaps some wine?

Get settled in,
Then we'll begin.
I see your sorrow and pain.
So, no need for you to refrain.

Your scars tell me all
That you're afraid to say.
I see a little girl inside
Who's been hurt in every way.

You cried out for help,
Nobody came.
You tried to hold it in,
Your wrists say you lost that game.

You laugh out loud,
You wear a perpetual smile.
Thinking you can fool any lout
Who comes within a mile.

Your mascara barely remained
When you drowned in tears.
You hesitate to go home,
You're paralysed by fear.

You stand small,
Scared of standing tall.
Wanting to be left alone,
Afraid of having a broken bone.

I see this, I see it all.
I see you waiting to fall.
For someone who will mend you,
Who will love you true.

Don't hide, don't be afraid.
You're beautiful as is.
Nothing comes close
To perfection like this.

Darkness...

Poems past, borne
Of sadness and pain,
Bore beauty unimaginable
With every bit of joy slain.

Traumatic childhood;
Depressing teenage years;
Defensive adulthood;
Never once shedding tears.

Holding it all inside,
"Everything's fine"
I lied;
And tried to end this life of mine.

Beautiful poetry had its cost:
Friends, love, sanity all lost.
What I paid for most,
Was having to live with my own ghost.

I know I need help,
This depression is killing me.
Please, knock on my door,
Don't leave me be.

I want some form of salvation,
To escape from the sorrow.
Even at the cost of beauty,
I want for a better tomorrow.

The Letter...

Time, it makes fools of us all.
It can make us strong,
It can make us fall;
There's no escaping its grasp thus long.

I took her for granted,
Every day, in every way.
She drove and took care of me,
Yet, nary a "Thanks" did I say.

She planned everything for us:
Vacations, a home, a future life;
While all I did was swear and curse
At this kind, patient angel who'd have been my wife.

Yes, I was unreasonable and an uncouth bore.
She'd make time for me even though her body was sore.
I realise now that she deserves so much more.
Alas, all I can do is beg, plead, and implore.

I pray that she takes me back,
So that I can begin to atone for my mistakes.
Until my body aches and my bones crack,
I vow to bring her happiness, whatever it takes.

I swear, it won't be like before.
I'll do all that you ask and more.
These aren't just empty promises too,
This time, I mean it, I truly do.

This time round, I'll plan everything;
Place you on a pedestal up high;
Be your chauffeur, take your chiding;
And never let you sigh.

Unfortunately, it's too late.
She won't give me one final chance.
She's happier now and that's great.
She doesn't need a relationship or romance.

For her birthday,
We'd go for a candle light picnic in a park;
Underneath the moon and stars that pale thus stark,
In comparison to her beauty, in every way.

Then we'd rent a small place of our own,
I'd make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her every day.
Listen to her stories with glasses of wine;
Then repeat lines two and three until we're old and gray.

I've changed, but time makes a fool of me
For I took too long to realise my sins.
Now, those dreams will remain forever,
As dreams in their bins.

I don't know if she's reading this,
But if she is,
All I ask is for a year to bring you bliss,
And if I fail, I shall leave you in peace.

Memories Past...

There’s this girl I know,
Whose dream it is to travel,
To see distant lands and snow;
To go far and get away from this hovel.

She loves to read;
She loves to eat:
Chocolates, mushrooms, and green tea;
And is lazy.

She wants someone who
Takes care of her and understands
That she is a queen
And blessed is the king who shares her lands.

Yes, I know you,
I always did, it’s true.
Yet, I took you for granted.
Thus, it’s my punishment we parted.

So, I hope you find joy;
And if there’s someone new,
May he not make my mistakes;
He’s one of the lucky few.

Until the end of times,
I pray you’ll forgive my crimes.
Let me end now and say:
I wish you a happy birthday.

Reflection...

Always.
Now, until forevermore;
Giving you my love,
Just as in times of yore;

If ever that day comes;
Never shed a tear
You won’t be alone.
I love you, dear.

I love you, dear.
You won’t be alone.
Never shed a tear
If ever that day comes;

Just as in times of yore;
Giving you my love,
Now, until forevermore;
Always.