Paul

You are not just my friend,
Not just my lover,
You are not just who I talk to,
You are not like any other,

You care about people,
You think about their every need,
You think about what makes them happy,
You work hard to succeed,

In maintaining a good friendship,
Through the good times and the bad,
To be a shoulder for your friends to cry on,
When they feel confused and sad,

I always feel better,
Whenever you are there,
Whenever I feel troubled,
It is with you that I share,

The depressing stories,
The horrible dreams,
The stressful days,
When nothing is at it seems,

Whenever  I may need guidance,
Advice on what to do,
What the best option would be, to move forward,
And I value such opinions from you,


You are not just my boyfriend,
But more than a friend to me,
You are my guardian angel,
You bring out the best in me.




Written By Kayleigh Wright


1:58pm


01/04/2010




Explanation:


This was written when I was with my ex boyfriend, as the poem says I felt he was more than a friend, and more than a boyfriend, we are still friends and he's still there to offer advice to me. Thank you for being there Paul and I hope you know I truly appreciate it.

As low as it gets

I sit alone here,

Deep in thought,

Vastly falling into a pool of sadness,

My emotions tattered and distraught,




A pool of sadness surrounds me,

Dragging me further into its pit,

Making my emotional and mental senses,

Uncooperative, Sedate, Unfit,




Not working properly,

Not helping me in any way,

To fix the problems and torments,

That I carry with me every day,




Growing stronger and stronger,

The lonelier I feel,

The more deserted, and less sociable I become,

Sinks in and makes it all real,




I hate feeling this way,

But it becomes obvious to me,

That I am in no fit state,

To be who I want to be,




I want to be strong and confident,

Feel like I'm worth more,

Feel like I can see the opportunity,

That lies behind every door,




I want to feel like I fit in,

Instead of wishing my life away,

I want to be the strength to be able to,

Want to wake up every day,




Not fall into a bottomless sleep,

And never choose to wake,

Not sink further and further into wishing,

That my existence was fake,




Fake and imaginary,

As it feels like I may well be,

I'm through with emotions and feeling this way,

So blind I can no longer see,




The sense behind all of this,

I want the resolve to tough it out,

The determination and persistence,

To see what my life is about.

Emptiness

She sits in a darkened corner,
Staring at an empty space,
This is my life she thinks,
The expression on her face,

If they could tell a story,
Then she wouldn’t have to speak of her pain,
She wouldn’t sit here wondering,
If life will every be right again,

She would not need to say a word,
The tear-dropped face explaining all,
The cries for help that she has screamed,
That vulnerable girls call,

She dare not say anything,
Just in case it does not stop,
She feels all alone and helpless,
Like she’s sinking to the bottom, not rising to the top,

Sinking to the bottom slowly,
Calling for a helping hand,
But nobody can hear her silent screaming,
Nobody can understand,

What this girl is going through,
As she sits alone in thought,
Why things have gone this way,
Why she is so distraught,

She sits there night after night,
Wondering what might have been,
If only she could have spoken,
If only people had seen,

If she did not sit and cry,
But to pick herself up off the floor,
Maybe she could be happy,
Feel fulfillment and so much more,

Feel like she’s loved and needed,
Wanted by someone new
Not longing for someone to notice.
For someone to have a clue,

This girl has got no life,
Nobody at her side,
Nobody to give her good advice,
Nobody to wipe up the tears she has cried,

She needs to think more positive,
Then maybe things will change,
She fears getting on in life,
As she knows the world is strange,

Full of strange wonders,
New horizons good and bad,
The last thing this girl wants,
Is to relive the awful times she has had.

Explanation

At the time I wrote this I was aiming to write a story about a male friend but to keep it anonymous I wrote it as the opposite sex. The main idea was to show him that I knew how he felt and what he was going through and that he didn't have to keep it all locked up away inside where it hurt more and dragged him further away from the world, instead I wanted to show him that if he speaks up, then it won't hurt so bad and the wounds will heal, everything happens for a reason, and whether good or bad if it's meant to happen it will and if it won't then it won't.