some days I miss her.
some days I kiss her.
some days I tell her and
some days I die.
some nights are lonely.
some nights are stormy.
some nights are remembered and
some nights I cry.
some lives are empty.
some lives are full.
some lives are wasted and
some lives are mine.
some kisses taste sweet.
some kisses taste bitter.
some kisses are worth waiting for and
some kisses are sublime.
some hearts are happy.
some hearts are, so sad.
some hearts never know love and
some hearts are yours. or mine.
some loves are surreal.
some loves are unreal.
some loves are ours, hidden and
some loves last for all time.
some angels are made in heaven.
some angels are simply born.
some angels watch o'er us daily and
some angels were made in heaven, divine;
some people have everything.
some people without luck have less.
some people were born for a purpose and
some people die without a sign.
some days I miss her.
some days I need to kiss her.
some days I want to tell her,
tell her my love is hers for all time
and it's the nights that follow such days,
nights when I flail aimlessly alone, in love.
nights when I need her soft arms around me,
days and nights when I could just die.
some loves have some loves and luck.
some days have nights to follow days.
some people are angels, some angels from above and
and this heart is yours for all time..
Written by Ron Matthews. (schoolfeed on Facebook...poetry section))
