What Could Have Been -But Never Was -But Perhaps Someday

What would've happened
If I'd reciprocated
that day?

Eventually
we'd end it

Instead
I walked in
you smiled

Flattered

This boy
attracted
to this woman

Foolish

I met you
again.

Clueless.

You don't know
how crazy I've been
for you
how often
I see your smile
with eyes closed

I schemed..
Perhaps I could love him so much
he won't need anything
ever.

 I could do that, you know?

But sweetness
Be happy
Be the man
you were made to be

I have to
walk away
I'll think no more
of you.

Here's my poem:

If the longer I wait
translates into
the longer
I'll have you

Goodbye.
May the New Year come.

This Is Life

I am not interested in letting anyone or anything own me other than Christ.

I know that in this journey I may lose some friends and spark the criticism of many people. But I cannot and will not waste another minute of my life trying to please the unpleasable and achieve the unachievable.

Everyone will never be happy with every decision I make.

So here are my questions:

Does it glorify God? Does it please him?

Is it enough for me that it is enough for God?

Because if it isn't, there is a problem with my heart.
My life is God's. For God I live and I die.

He made me; only He has the privilege of re-creating me.
Only He gets to tear down and re-build.

Here is to life. The way it was meant to be-lived. I believe it.

"But these have been written so that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing you may have life in His name." John 20:31

"For am I now seeking the favor of men, or of God? Or am I striving to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ." Galatians 1:10

Bearded Man

You walk far away,
far away from me.
And I look at your sweet path
from afar.

It is more beautiful
to watch you walk
than to have you near.

Happiness, Bird,
is watching you fly
from my chest
into the wind.
I am much more content
with your joy
than my passion.

You walk quietly
and I smile.
Your silence speaks
loudly.
It says you honor
this journey
the Good Lord has you on
and so
I do as well.

Bearded man,
I tell you
with a flood in my eyes

I don't want you to go.

But still no sound comes
out of this instrument.

Why would I interrupt your concert?

Bearded man,
go and live.
There are no mountains high enough
for you
if one day
you decide
to play my untouched
voice
that says I love you.

Go.
I have waited long enough,
what are 3 more years?
For you
or the brave fellow
who will stop his walk
at the sight
of my flooded eyes
And the hesitation
of a muted song
that says

I love you.

Walk far away.
It is far more beautiful
to watch you walk
and far less painful
to keep my voice
within this poem,
my silent concert.