PGE written 7/10/16 unposted

But she didn't know
She didn't know how my heart beat
She didn't know how beautiful she was
She didn't know that every morning I woke up next to her, how lucky I really felt
She didn't know how her smile could fix the darkest day and how her touch could heal my pain
She didn't know.

She didn't know how much she has changed my life
Or how meeting her blew my mind
How clever she is
How proud she should feel
She didn't know how strong she really is inside
She doesn't know
She tries to but she doesn't get close
She barely scratches the surface on my feelings for her

I'm lay here next to her
She is sleeping
She doesn't know how much I love her
Or how much I care
She doesn't know how I intend to love her for the rest of my life
She doesn't hear the truth in my heart beat
The pain that cuts me when she cries
The tears that fall when she's unhappy with her body
The true hurt in my soul as I hear her cry

I will tell you that I love her
I will tell you that she is most beautifully sensitive and sweet natured person I have ever met
I will tell you that her voice woke me up the first time we spoke.. woke me from the mundanity of my existence
Her spirit is alive and it's stronger than she thinks
Her body is the epitomy of perfect
She is my life and my heart
And one day I dream of her being my wife
But she didn't know this
She doesn't know it
But maybe after seeing it written, she will

28/11/15 unposted

close the door, shut the curtains before they see
it has been a long day and if you are not careful you will show how you feel
retreat into the comfort of lost television and noise
switch it off again - not now - this can wait

as the days become weeks, this feeling at the pit of your stomach is just growing painful
it is getting harder to deal with
you are feeling like at any moment you could lose it
at night you cant sleep
it just keeps waking you, if not from the pain but from the dreams that drown you

i guess everybody has this.. this feeling of ignoring things
of struggling with the lack of time