I gave him my all,
now I'm talking to a wall.
Rather be at a mall or
on a phone call, then be with him
staring at lights so dim.
"What's up with this man?"
Picture myself getting a skin tan,
surrounded by water and white san'.
I thought he'd be my friend
to the end.
But that wouldn't happen,
cause angry outbursts don't mend.
He needed fun,
I was on the run.
Love-makin' happened
now we're done!
We made a perfect pair.
But my heart has a tare.
He doesn't want me as far as
I can see.
I rather be free
alone with me.
Nicholl McGuire
This writer lost love, found love, hated love, punished love, resented love, embraced love, longed for love and did so much more with love! Seeking someone to understand your pain? Then look no further, you found a friend in me. Please allow my love poetry to encourage you.
When High School Love was Innocent
The first day I saw him
he was cute.
The second day I saw him
he was fine.
By day three, I had to make him mine.
He didn't object.
He took me by the hand, placed a note in my palm.
I couldn't wait to read.
It said, "Meet me at three."
So there I waited where I always saw him.
We talked, we laughed.
He kissed my cheek.
Nicholl McGuire
he was cute.
The second day I saw him
he was fine.
By day three, I had to make him mine.
He didn't object.
He took me by the hand, placed a note in my palm.
I couldn't wait to read.
It said, "Meet me at three."
So there I waited where I always saw him.
We talked, we laughed.
He kissed my cheek.
Nicholl McGuire
I Love Him Because He is All There Is
I wish I could see
the beautiful, tall tree
but I can't.
The shadow of the man stands over me.
"Get out the way, so that I may see!"
But he just stands there, holding a key.
"This is to my heart!" I say.
"Give it back, you've had it since May."
But he only sighs.
Tells me a few lies.
I know I love him
but my heart is dim.
I need to get away
that's all I pray.
Blind eyes can't see
what is in front of me.
I keep glancing.
He keeps prancing.
"Aren't you going to let me go free?"
But he too only sees me.
Nicholl McGuire
the beautiful, tall tree
but I can't.
The shadow of the man stands over me.
"Get out the way, so that I may see!"
But he just stands there, holding a key.
"This is to my heart!" I say.
"Give it back, you've had it since May."
But he only sighs.
Tells me a few lies.
I know I love him
but my heart is dim.
I need to get away
that's all I pray.
Blind eyes can't see
what is in front of me.
I keep glancing.
He keeps prancing.
"Aren't you going to let me go free?"
But he too only sees me.
Nicholl McGuire
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