Poetry
Once upon a time,
in that other life
I lived,
you saw through
the walls I built,
with your Superman eyes.
I built those walls
strong, to withstand
many storms. Yet,
knowing you saw
through them
made me believe
I didn't need them anymore.
And in time,
I tore them down.
But, when I
reached for you,
you weren't there to
let me in
to see the real you.
Were you ever?
Or did I just
need to believe
you could love me
before I could find
the strength
to tear down my walls.
Or, do you see
too much?
Or, do I?
© 2001 Bobbie Ann Pimm
(Not to Cry Over You)
My dearest love,
Just a note
to let you know
I've decided not
to cry over you
I knocked on your door
You didn't let me in.
I gave you my heart
You never said a thing
And so, dear love
After crying
A seaful of tears
I've decided not
to cry over you.
You alone I let in
to see the real me
I bared my soul to you
Did you ever see?
And now, my love
After crying
An oceanful of tears
I've decided not
to cry over you
Was my love in vain?
Did you ever care?
Am I fool to say
I wish I were there?
Alas, my love
After crying
Far too many tears
I've decided not
to cry over you.
But remember this,
It's never too late
I may no longer cry,
but my heart still waits
And so my love,
No more crying
I've dried all my tears
I am now, as always,
Forever yours
© 2000 Bobbie Ann Pimm
Thoughts ...
mere words
unspoken and unwritten
Fleeting ...
out of nothingness
into nothingness
unless expressed
iterated
made real
Some thoughts return over
and over
and over
and over again
Some are transitory
forgotten
before
No one else thinks
as I do
Some may think
like me
But not the same
as me
My reality is
mine to think
my perceptions
my feelings
my thoughts
Thoughts ...
mere words
unspoken and unwritten
(c) 1996, 2000 Bobbie Ann Pimm
Time stands still
as it passes;
waiting for your
touch, your kisses.
The months go by
as time stands still;
for nothing has changed
my heart or my will.
The years may pass
but it's not getting late;
with my heart and
my soul, I patiently wait.
Time stands still
as it passes;
wanting just your
touch, your kisses.
Life goes on
as time stands still;
but only your love,
my dreams can fulfill.
© 2001 Bobbie Ann Pimm
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