More Poems and Ponderings
Midi playing... Nothing Else Matters by Metallica
Only Human... I'm only human, I am quite flawed. There's something inside me, That tears at the walls. I'm only human, I have my needs. Bitterness and sadness, Selfishness and greed. I'm only human. I make mistakes. I have fears and dreams, Have love and heartaches. I'm only human, And I'm not ashamed. Of the beast inside me, Or the way I am made. Charlene Metzger, 2003
Would I? If I could love you, would I? Would you love me too? If I could see you, would I? If so what would we do? If I could touch you, would I? Could I endure feeling your flesh? If I could kiss you, would I? Dare to let our lips enmesh? If I could heal you, would I? Erase the pain through and through? If I could love you, would I? And would you love me too? Charlene Metzger, 2003
Yin Yang Hot or cold, Day or night, Give or take, F--k or fight, Love or hate, Do or don't, Drunk or sober, Friend or foe, Enemy or lover, Fast or slow, Total confusion when talking to you, Never know what I should say or do. I can't help wondering, do you want me or not? Should I keep trying, or should I just stop? Charlene Metzger, 2003
Do you think of me, When I'm not here? Do you wait for me, Wait to see me near? Do you talk to me, When I'm not around? Do you long for me, Does your heart pound? Do you dream of me, Or is it all a facade? Do you understand me, Are you a mental prod? Charlene Metzger, 2003
Let me in Open your mind, Let me see in. A peek into your soul, It doesn't have to be a sin. Is there room in your heart, for me my friend? Tell me your secrets. And I'll tell you mine. Hold my hand tightly, Many wonders left to find. Charlene Metzger, 2003
Toy She's there when you want to play, Actually, she's anxiously waiting for you. She knows she's just a toy. Something for you to do when you're bored, Or alone, or drunk, when ever you need her. She used to not feel that way, She never thought she'd be someone's toy. But then again, when she looks back, She's always been a toy in some form or fashion. Momma's doll, Daddy's girl, everyone's pal. She's played the good little wife, The perfect student, Now she's your toy. She thought it would be different with you. At first, you were interested in what she had to say, In what she felt. You were interested in her mind. Now she's just there for your amusement. She's aware of this. She asks herself "why," but she enjoys it too. She feels used, but is glad someone wants to use her. Part of her wants to be used, The other part is still hoping that one day, She'll be more than a toy to you. So she plays along, taking what you'll give her. She sits on the shelf, Waiting for you to come home and pick her up. You play with her for a while, then put her back. She knows one day you'll find a new toy, And eventually you'll stop playing with her. Until then, she'll be waiting� She's just your toy� Charlene Metzger 2003
I do not love you!! I know this is true. I love the feeling, Of passion renewed. I love the song, The lines, And the chase. I love the pounding, The rhythm, And the pace. I love everything about you, You see. But I do not love you, Because you cannot love me. Charlene Metzger 2003
Sticky sweat covers me. In my hair, On my face, Across my bare chest, Down my loins, Glistening on my arms, Dripping down my back, Slicking my thighs, Stinging my eyes. A reminder of everything We put into out passionate love. Released into the real world, As sticky sweat. Charlene Metzger 2003
How can I miss what I�ve never had? How can I love what I�ve never seen? How can I lose what was never mine? How can I mourn what was in my dreams? Charlene Metzger 2003
