Sometimes we have to accept that garbage is just garbage!! We must let it go!! We must throw it out! Not all things can be recycled. Not everyone can change.
Namaste
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Category: break up
In Your Arms
Today was such a trying day.
I wish I had your strong arms to fall into at the end of it all
In your arms I was safe
In your arms I was loved
In your arms I always wanted to stay
But sadly you went away
With Love
Guady G
If……..
If only I could tell you what I’ve been through. It’s been difficult not sharing all that makes me happy with you. Sometimes late at night when I turn to my side I’m shaken with fright. You used to be there to keep me safe. You were my home and now I just wander. I just roam!
Love Guady G
A letter to my Ex
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I have no words for you.
Signed
Me
I love you my pretty people. Thank you for reading. Have a fantastic day!
Love
Guady G
Does a yellowed torn paper have any value?
I am a paper yellowed and torn.
You want to discard me and for this I mourn.
My appearance now seems so worthless.
No longer white I serve you no purpose.
Perhaps my expiration is long overdue
You’re a big dummy and you have no clue
Of my worth and all that I can do.
There’s a few things I must admit to you.
Your pen is quite leaky.
The words it writes quite sneaky.
You too are outdated.
You are the one that is jaded.
I maybe yellowed and torn but now I’m stronger.
Get your pen out of my face, I don’t need it any longer!
I ask myself why do people rather read stories of pain and agony instead of love. Why is it that books of tortured love are more popular than books about just loving without the pain? Do we need to feel pain to feel the pleasure of love? Why? I don’t get it. Can someone shed some light? Isn’t to be loved our given right? We were babies and everyone just loved us for existing. Why as we age it has to come with proof and follow-up questions? Why do you love me? Isn’t too soon to say you love me? All I know that this world is becoming more cynical, more cold and more detached. It scares me. Does it scare you?
Namaste
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Fluidity 