| Poetry page 2 |
| Looking Back I sit here and think of the life that I have lived. I think of the lost loves the many guys who said no. I think of the tears I shed for those whom I lost. I think of the people I have encountered here and now. I sit here and think of the life I will live. I think of the people I will meet and see. I think of the places I will soon go and visit. I sit here and think of a love that will last forever. I sit here and think of a life with you. Heather Diane Davis 2004 |
| Failure My life is confusing Unmoving to me I have done nothing And accomplished little. I feel as if I I have failed you You my parents You my friends. I have done nothing Nothing to help myself Only to help others Some I don't even care for. Why? Why do I not care Care about myself Was I born this way? I only want others To be happy Not sad I could care less about myself If I only knew Knew what I am good at In this world. But there seems To be no answers. No answers to my confusing questions. So who knows About my crazy unfeeling life That I live. One day world I will achieve Something that I have to. No longer will I feel that I am a failure That I will succeed. Heather Diane Davis 2003 |
| Long Enough The light comes through Through the curtains Morning has come Come into my room. I lay in my bed Still and unmoved I look at myself Lying there. I ask myself Have I lived? Was it long enough? Shall I return? Morning goes Night has come I move from my bed Awake and refreshed. I walk to the mirror I ask myself Will I live? Live long enough? I lay in my bed And fall asleep A deep sleep Will I awake? Heather Diane Davis 2003 |
| To the guy I love You are the reason Reason I get up in the morning The reason I go to sleep So I can see you in my dreams. You are on my mind All the time Day or night Rain or shine. You have no clue About my feelings About my thoughts Of you and me. I wish we could be Together for a while or forever No matter how long. I do love you I love everything About you And everything you do. Will you ever love me? Will you ever even like me? Will my feelings stay? Who knows about you and me? Heather Diane Davis 2004 |