Today...I won't.. Tomorrow..I will

Today, I won't think of you..
I shall will my truant mind..
To remember all I hate of you

And yet,  tomorrow..I will think of you
And yearn for your love and outspoken mind..
There will always be a tomorrow for you..

Just, not today...Today, I won't think of you..

Little..Do they know?... Did we know?

They said that wounds hurt,... leave scars..
Burns... torch and scald the skin forever..
Little do they know...

Your kiss left no visible scars..
Your clasp left no marks... forever
A moment's whim... We did not know....

Those that know and speak ... of scars
Little... do they know...the truth we know..
Of hurt.. Of love... The pain that lasts forever...

Have you held happiness?

Have you held happiness in your palm..forgetting all else
Or have you chased it relentless like it was a furtive butterfly in a flighty path, elusive to all..
Do sit, ever so still...So happiness may grace her presence, a moment or less..
She is a truant mistress, who will call you to her bidding...her beck and call..
To submit to happiness is to wait for her...patient for her gentle mercy...
Beg her, plead or call in anger and she shall ignore your every call .
Wait for her, and she shall come to you, unbidden...