Basking In The Glow Of The Sun

I’m basking in the glow of the sun

Thinking you must be the One

Instead of thinking “No!” With fright,

I’m totally certain you might.

My mind wanders to you,

And I know what I feel is true.

Before that sun turns to the moon,

I know you will be here soon.

And then I can tell you

Just how I feel

About the both of us,

And our love which is real

As the sun sets,

We will dine together,

And maybe discuss

The brilliant change in weather…

Before we kiss and cuddle,

Hold hands and snuggle,

And whisper sweet nothings

Into the night…

I’ll sum up the courage

To ask you to stay over;

And if I sound urgent,

You might!

When I wake you’ll be gone,

Early in the morning,

Off to work,

And I’ll sit up yawning,

Knowing you are the one.

I’ll stand and pull up my blinds

A big smile on my face,

And bask in the glow of the sun.

Makala Thomas

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A Bittersweet Ending.

A Bittersweet Ending.

If you don’t care I won’t care either.
I’m still humble as ever, not an arrogant diva.
My heart is full of love to attain,
Broken once, but never again.
You’re all for yourself so I will be too…
And really, I feel sad for you.
You say you have a real cold heart,
And that is what tore us apart.
The memories I will keep sacred…
For everything, you can’t be hated.
I wish you the best and say good luck…
About you, I won’t give a fuck.
I’m tired of playing this stupid game
First a story of love, now a story of pain.
I wanted to be your only, it’s true,
And now I say goodbye to you.
I’m moving on, it’s no big thing
Or like I wore a wedding ring.
A new chapter begins and an old one ends…
And no, I don’t think we can still be friends.
I’m done now, there’s no make up pending…
This is what I call
A Bittersweet Ending.

By Makala VP Thomas.

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In The Morning… πŸ™ˆ

In The Morning.

Birds singing, clouds drifting by.
Over my head, in the clear blue sky.
Seven in the morning.
I open my eyes to the sound of an alarm….
And yawn.
And think of you.
What you must be doing.
Sleeping, I’m guessing.
The thought of you brings on
A fierce heartbeat.
As I long to hear your voice.
Long to feel myself
In your strong, muscular arms.
I close my eyes and imagine
You with me…
In the morning.
I almost hear you whisper,
But I know it’s just the wind.
I reach for my phone,
Longing to hear your baritone…
But to wake you up would be cruel.
Still, I think of you, long for you, yearn for you.
At seven thirty a.m…
In the morning.

Makala VP Thomas.

Makala VP Thomas