Possible

I picked a daisy~

One by one~

Petals do I slowly pluck~

With every pedal I wonder~

With every pedal I dream~

Has my life gone a’ muck?

Possible~

In real life~

I wonder? ~

How your persona would feel? ~

As a bed of roses? ~

With no thorns? ~

Where only at your death~

Would I be forlorn?

I passed the sun flowers~

All in a row~

One by one~

I saw black seeds~

As the yellow petals~

Circled them~

As they do tall grow.

Possible~

When dejected by another~

That is when I dream~

Of you even more. ~

Being realistic~

At this time my psyche~

Can not though conquer~

The tempting thoughts in droves.

Now the summer nearly gone~

The sun tempered~

As I yearn~

For the soothing rays~

To never fade~

Although in life~

I think I have been greatly burned.

Possible~

Conversations in which we have~

Flow so easily~

Our ideologies are so alike~

Soft our personalities surge~

Light and breezy as they flock~

How we do meld~

Like no others about.

As the thunder breaks the silence~

With the sky grey and gloomy~

I feel the struggle of~

Cold against the heat~

I reach as quick’ sand has~

Engulfed my feet.

Possible? ~

Scared~

I wonder over and over again~

If circumstances were different? ~

Are you my intended soul mate? ~

Am I possibly neglecting to listen~

To the ultimate VOICE? ~

As I worry~

At some point all things that could had been~

Might happen maybe too late~

In the end?

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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