You were lost before I knew
what it meant to be without.
You were loved before I knew
what it meant to care.
You were missed before I knew
what it meant to remember.
I miss you.
Everyday I feel the hurt
Of not really knowing you.
Everyday I wish for more time
More memories to hold onto
Everyday I’m thankful for
The memories you got to make.
I miss you.
You are found now
In our memories.
You are loved now
In our hearts.
You are here now
In our thoughts.
I miss you.
Poetry
Her Eyes
A gentle subtleness,
A pool of hope,
A hint of uncertainty,
A twinkle in the night,
A look of desire,
A gleam in the dark,
A sense of curiosity,
A sea of love,
A soft-spoken poem,
gives me butterflies
for she has
the most beautiful eyes.
Smile
Never seen anything so beautiful
Like a rainbow after a storm.
A natural gift to the world
Sometimes taken for granted.
A daily occurrence
That’s magical to see.
Like a sunrise or sunset on the Horizon
A beautiful picture to behold.
Like the stars at night
It never fails to shine.
A sight that can make you feel
Winter’s stillness and Spring’s turmoil.
An unforgettable moment
Leaving an everlasting image
That you would never want to miss.
Her smile.
Beauty
Under all the insecurities and fear,
There is a beauty that is hidden in her heart.
Her mind is lying, filling her up with doubt.
On the surface, she’s happy
But inside she’s hurting.
The truth hidden in her heart
Waiting for someone to uncover her beauty.
Not realizing there is
Beauty in the way she talks,
Beauty in the way she hopes,
Beauty in the way she dreams.
Her heart is hurting underneath the lies.
‘Til the one person speaks to the beauty inside her,
Who can convince her mind to see what he feels.
A beauty that isn’t seen but is felt.
Love.
My Dream
While I sleep at night,
I dream of where I want to be.
Every night a silent reminder,
Of whom I want to be.
When I awake the next morning,
I get back to work.
If I take the easy road,
My dreams will become nightmares
Reminding me of what my dream used to be.
Reflection
My reflection talks to me.
It tells me my flaws.
I try to hide them
but they’re always seen.
I don’t like my reflection,
it never has anything nice to say.
I try to stay hidden,
maybe no one will notice.
Someone makes fun of me,
and my reflection just laughs.
Tomorrow my reflection won’t say anything,
because I will no longer have one.
Erik Puterio 