235. What is This?

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Why is it that I feel so happy when you’re near?

When you notice me, look at my face,…

And just in that you’re here?

Is something wrong with me that I want your attention?

When loved and love is it yet not enough?

Is that why I crave your affection?

I hate myself for caring when you are not around.

Am I that pathetic that I can’t be content standing on the ground?

Do I need to fly?

To leave the confines I am in?

Do I long be an angel or seraphim when I am but a human?

I do not deserve this much attention,…I know that…I do,

Yet I want your love. I need your love.

I feel I’ll fade without you too.

Does that mean that I love you?

In caring that you’ll leave?

And in knowing that one day when you do,

I will cry and your loss grieve?

What is love exactly?  How do I know what is love or not?

Is love what I feel when I’m with you?

Or is it the attention which is sought?

All I know is that you confuse me….

I question everything.

My heart is like a puppet manipulated by your string.

And if you someday don’t care anymore, or don’t notice me.

Will my heart fall never to be moved or will it finally be free?

K. Aldaya, 03/22/13

Picture:  “Reaching Out For Love” by kjherstin; http://kjherstin.deviantart.com/art/Reaching-out-for-love-58708494

207. I Waited, Yet You Did Not Come

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I waited, yet you did not come.

I wondered why, when it was done.

‘Twas too late for regrets.

‘Twas too late for the sun,

To shine and luminate darks’ frets.

I waited, yet you did not come.

I wonder why, now that it’s done.

Where were you when I cried…for comfort,

And from the one…,

From the one I love and hold?

O’ where were you, my love, my love,

When I died?

K. Aldaya, 01/23/07

Picture:  Artist Unknown; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmZBaVpCbXZRM3hHZFVtMzAtaDhuWlEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg

199. The Not Long, Long Lost, Longing Song

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Longing….that it were an idle thing.

Forsaking love, and truth, and light.

It is not right, for that a plight,

Should delve into a silent desperate prayer.

Yes sing, oh sing!…

Decadently….that be not spent vilely.

Emphatic whispers, whispers, whispers,

Heired to blundered brain-bestirs;

Mixing, mis-fixing, and plainly nixing,

What should and shouldn’t be.

Overtly….that in sight one may see,

Privations of what could…could be.

“If only” contempts of contagion set free.

Longing….that it be not long, the cure,

For what cannot be.

K. Aldaya, 7/26/06

Picture:  Performance in the Bolshoi Theatre from Alexander II Coronation Book of 1856; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Performance_in_the_Bolshoi_Theatre.JPG

198. Longing

Skeleton at window

Our little lives,

Our daily lives.

So lonely they….not far, not close,

Every day,

Ah, just a dose.

Little lives they,

Daily lives, they,

Separate from wants.

Not wrong, not right,

Just apart…

Ah, the loved-hearts’ plight!

Our little lives,

Our daily lives,

Away from our loves.

Not lost, not found,

For love’s hidden,

Where longing is found.

K. Aldaya, 5/25/06

Picture:  Artist Unknown; http://www.divorcecollaborative.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/skeleton-waiting.jpg