It's like finding $$ in your winter coat pocket from last year!

People always told me that when I’m writing to write what I can, leave it then come back to it later and often there will be revisions and then you may find yourself liking what you’ve written. I’ve never been one to like anything I write (yes, I too suffer from being my own worst critic…) Anyway, I was browsing my deviant art account and I checked the scraps section and found this little poem… And I liked it. I checked the date and I wrote it almost a year ago… 2 days short of being a year, but who’s really counting? I made a few word changes, but over all the poem is still the same that I wrote then.

So here is my untitled poem….

I’m waiting for you to come around,
But I’ve waited here before,
Minutes seemed like hours,
Hours seemed like days.

I’m lost and incomplete,
cold within myself,
Unforgettable dreams of you
and nothing feels the same.

My nights are haunted memories
in pictures and in dreams
you’ve picked the path most traveled
which doesn’t lead to me

So make your choice again,
and choose the broken path
You’ve already walked the half,
Come home safe to me.
- Jennifer Marie