LadyBug's blog: "My Poems"

Can I dance with you in the moonlight? Forever in your arms. That’s the place I want to be. Can I dance with you in the rain? And you never let me go? For it’s a place I will never want to leave. Can I dance with you in the sunlight? And forget all my troubles. Because of the safty I feel in your arms. Can I dance with you under the stars? In you strong capable arms. Protected from the world around me. Can we dance for the rest of our lives? Hardly leaving each other’s sides. Hand in hand as we dance through life togeather. A poem for my hunny Ryan Craig

There is only one Daddy for me. Just one Daddy that helped me walk on the ceiling. There is only one Daddy dear to my heart. Just one Daddy to love me in a special way. There is only one Daddy to give me that special blessing. Just one Daddy I can't wait to see after a hard day. There is only one Daddy who can make me smile. Just one Daddy to make me feel safe. There is only one Daddy whom I want to call Daddy. Just one Daddy, because thats all I need.

Why did you have to go? There are still things I would love to learn from you. Things I wish I knew about you. The longer your gone, the more I miss you. Little things I do reminds me of you. People say we look alot alike. I long to be hugged by you again. So many things you will miss in my life. You will always be in my heart. I know you will watch over me. Oh, how I'll miss you. I'll always love you. Im truely greatful for a wonderful Grandma like you. *~*In memory of my Grandma Marge*~*

I want to cry. Let all the hurt go. I want to cry. To release the sorrow. I want to cry. To see if it will help me feel better. I want to cry. Because I have no joy. I want to cry. Because I don't feel whole. I want to cry. For I feel lost. I want to cry. Maybe it will help me get over you.

The day when "I" becomes "We". May be soon, maybe in a few years. I just hope that I maybe one who my "I" may become "We". I don't want to stay an "I" forever. I hope when that day comes it maybe the right "We", That it may never become "I" again. That it may be "ours" and not "mine". It's never fun being an "I"/ For the best day of my life will be when the "I" becomes "We" and "I" will never be.

Why do you hide and run? Was it because we were getting close? Maybe you need to get over it. Become a man and stop hidding! Is it beacause you can't truely admit your feelings? Was it because you felt threatened by others? Maybe you need to grow up, become a man! I don't know why your acting this way But deep down I know what you need to do. You need to become a man. A man who doesn't feel threatened by others. A man who wont run and hide. A man who will tell me what is going on. A man who will tell me the way he truely feels. But what I truely want is the man I fell in love with.

You sit and think to yourself. How can life get any better? Then your walking hand in hand with the one you love. You stand in amazement and say to yourself, How can life get any better? Then your there in his arms. Then you sigh and ask yourself, How can life get any better? Then he slowly lifts your chin and softly kisses your lips. In a breathless voice you ask him, How can life get any better? With a slow smile, he goes down to one knee, How can life get better? Marry me! and Ill show you how. With a tear in your eye, you say yes! Life can only get better now.

What do you do when you relize he is slowly slipping away? You just let the tears come. Then you hope and pray that the tears catch him. And if that doesnt work then you just let him go. What do you do when life seems to be going against you? You can let the tears come. Then you can just go with the flow. Or you can fight with all your might and get to where you want to be. What do you do when you feel as if your invisable? You let your tears come. Then you can stay in that invisable state. Or you can make yourself seen!

No need to ask what the tears are for. Each tear explains the reason why they are there. They start to come a little faster. No need to ask who caused them. Each little tear shouts the name loud and clear. They start to come a little faster. No need to ask what each tear is trying to do. For each little tear is trying to help mend the broken heart. They start to come faster. No need to ask how the tears can be stopped. For each little tear is pleading for someone to help them. They start to fall a little faster.

My Grandma may not have been pretty to the world, But she was a million bucks to me. My Grandma may not have been the world's hero, But she was my hero. My Grandma may of not fed the world, But she fed me much. My Grandma may of not taught the world how to live, But she taught me how to live right. My Grandma may of not taught the world how to love, But she taught me a great deal on how to love. My Grandma may of not been perfect in the world's eyes, But she was the most perfect person in my eyes. For she may of not been the world's Grandma, But she was mine! *~*In memory of my Grandma Marge*~*