Every Day Sky- July 31, 2013

He

Wafting smokey looking clouds blend into one with ours

Just taking time to gaze upon the stars

In heaven looking back at us in love.

Until now nothing was ever enough, 

now I am content.

Never really knew what it meant,

But If Men hail from Mars, and Women from Venus

With all the similarities between us,

He and I,

We are something else from some place other than those.

This far away from Alabama finding home,

It's like the only thing I've ever known,

Is this world with him erasing all I ever knew. 

Actually able to let me be,  and him be what he is too.

I'll love him as long as his eyes are blue,

and I have air to breathe.

In awe of how I feel like it's too hard to believe,

that I deserve to feel this way.

I find myself rambling

telling him every single day,

Like some kind of weird number one fan.

In my heart I'm making plans,

Now that I'm with the man I plan to keep,

Here's hoping that the pitter patter of little feet

Isn't far behind.

I know it's also on his mind,

Which makes everything happier all the more.

Suddenly I'm able to ignore

the now blurry the rest planet Earth.

For what it's worth, 

I consider myself to be one of the lucky few.

Not a whole lot else to do but enjoy the time flying by.

Sitting right next to me this wonderful guy,

who seems to think I hung the moon,

& the stars we sit here staring at tonight.

Wish I may and wish I might,

forever feel exactly as I do right now.

He's the only way I know how.

Not sure if it will ever fade,

Maybe not in life,

But in love I've got it made.  

If  could see the way I feel

You'd know I feel like the last girl on Earth. 

For what it's worth,

I'm long past caring

There are things in life I look forward to sharing

Not with you.  

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Homesick

Like too small a ship

In a too stormy sea

Feeling so small

Knowing I have only me.

Looking to the stars 

For familiarity.  

But they look different from here.

A distant memory having family

And friends near,

So now I make my own.  

All the drama I've outgrown

Seems to have left me estranged.

With two beautiful daughters 

I shouldn't  complain.  

Thankful for all the love I have found.

Its just that without more family around,

There's no pick me up,

When I fall down.

So I'm terrified of failing at all.

If I'm sick there's nobody to call 

To come stand in.

Not to mention how much I miss them,

If i think on it too long,

I will realize how long I've been gone.

Get homesick and cry.

Wishing to look up at a Southern Sky,

Not much to go back to,

I'm not gonna lie.

But I can't wait to go back anyway.

Knowing that I will always live so far away,

Is hard pill to swallow.

Can't take them away from everything they know,

This place has always been there home,

And I'm sure to adjust eventually. 

Make my family unconventionally,

A support system sure would give me some security.

But I still hold onto a fear,

That I will never be at home here. 

Bricks

Banging my head the same way
Against the same bricks
Each one, myself laid
Fortress self-made
Walls sky high.
Promises held in place by lies
Unsure how to tear it down,
So sadness surrounds.
Silence so incredibly loud,
Of the likes I've heard before.
Talk just to be ignored,
Brick by brick the barriers go up.
I've dealt with this long enough.

House Life

I'm pretty sure I'm dying inside 
All the days of self sacrifice 
All the nights I've laid in bed and cried
Outnumbered still by those spent unable to summon the strength for tears.  
My greatest fear is that I won''t be happy.
Someday, whenever that might be…
Find a day when I love my life.
The best mother and the best wife 
Is all I ever wanted to be.
And yet I sit here miserably because I can't keep up.
When I'm at the bottom but don't know which way is up from here.
Looks like the laundry hasn''t been done in a year,
Even though Im constantly at it.
You'd think I was a laundry addict,
Because its never enough.
No amount of effort is good enough.
There's always more work to be done.
I hope one day I will have a son,
And teach him to help around the house.
Hopefully he'll prove men can do more than sit on the couch 
And earn a paycheck
Thinking thats the only thing that counts.
What's the point of all my effort if I don't get an ounce
of respect for what I do?
Work 10 times harder than some people do,
For far less pay.
What am I worth if I fail every day?