Poems by EJ (2)         

I Coldly Look Upon You

I coldly look upon you
As I pass you in the hall
I think of what you did to me
Acting without thinking at all

You made me cry
Crushed my dreams
Tore my heart
Ripped its seams

I told you to ask him
What he thought of me
But instead of just asking
You let your mouth run free

You told him I’m obsessed
And that my love was old
And now because of what you did
His looks towards me are cold

Do you know that
Since I’ve found out
I haven’t smiled once
And all I do is pout

I cried for nights
I cried for days
I cannot think straight because
You hurt me in too many ways

 If I could have just one wish
One wish to become true
Is for him to know I love him
And for him to say he does too

Many people just look
And don’t see what's really inside
If they’re a good friend
Or will they just run and hide

Sure, he’s real cute
But that’s not all
He’ll respect me for me
Be there to catch me if I fall

It’s not obsession
I just love him so bad
To know he thinks I’m crazy
Makes me so very mad

I’ll never give up if I still want to try
I’ll never wipe my tears if I still want to cry
I’ll never settle for the answer if I still want to know
I’ll never say I don’t love him if I can’t let him go

Life    by EJ

A newborn baby, so little and petite
everyone can see how you are so very sweet

Now you're a year old and starting to walk
get out the camera and maybe start to talk

You've just turned 5 and entering school
I hope I can hold back the tears and keep my cool

Nine is great and not so little anymore
learning to do experiments with just an apple core

Fourteen now and leaving Jr. High
you leave for dates and I start to cry

Eighteen is the year you leave home to go away
away to college to study and to stay

Twenty-two is the year you graduate from college
full of wisdom, experience, skill and knowledge

Twenty-five and living in a nice house
a job, and a relationship with your future spouse

You're twenty-six getting married as I sit in the pew
watching you say the words "I do"

Thirty-three with two children and a great life
but its over too soon, taken by a knife

It was in an alley on the eve of August 3rd
someone jumped out as you said your last word

As I write these last two lines I walk up to your grave
I place this poem on the casket, say goodbye and wave

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