Thunder Was Booming

Thunder was booming.

Rain was pouring.

I had no coat.

I was soaked.

But I knew where I was going.

I was going to the home of the one

Who had my heart.

They had moved on months ago,

And I was stuck in a mental cage

Surrounded by memories

Missing the happiness I felt

While with them.

Thunder was booming.

Rain was pouring.

I walked and walked

Not wanting to get the bus

My determination

Gave me strength to walk

For over an hour

In this horrible weather

All I could think was

“I’m going to get you back,

No matter what it takes.

It was me that messed up,

And I’m paying for it.

But I will get you back.”

Thunder was booming.

Rain was pouring.

Your house is finally in sight.

I run and ring the doorbell

Over five times.

I see the lights are on so I know

You are in.

You open the door and stare at me.

Water is running down my face,

But I don’t care.

The first thing I managed was

“I was an idiot. I don’t want everything

We built to crumble because of me.

I just-”

You pull me into the house

Before I could finish saying

What I had to say.

“You really are an idiot. You’re going

To get the flu or something worse!”

I hang my head, then you smile.

“You’re my idiot. I’m sorry too.

I was going to call you today,

I wanted to call every day

Since we split.

I just decided to give you space.”

Thunder was booming.

Rain was pouring.

I was warm in a woolly tracksuit

I left here months ago.

We were snuggled on your couch

With hot chocolate,

Our free hands in each others.

I smiled, so glad I made the decision

To get you back.

You will always be my everything.

And even though I was afraid

Of being rejected,

I was determined to try anyway.

Love always finds a way.

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… ðŸ™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