For Cathie #2 Poem by Matthew English

For Cathie #2



In life i just want to make people happy, not because they’re upset with me, just want everyone to be happy- that’s how everyone should be.. just to believe there is someone there for them, always, through thick and thin to care and belief that they’re beautiful inside and out. Everyone possesses beauty, beauty of a unique mind and soul; unique features and perks- even if they can’t see them themselves.
But, this is a paradox.
What is my real reason for doing this.
Am i happy? … i should be.

Maybe i just get carried away in thought and well, words.
Maybe that’s why people say i can write- i just let my mind open and write every word on the page. Does this mean i have soul- or am i just too honest.
Is honesty really the best policy.
Even if your honest people still ask questions; as why you wrote that, or who it’s really for. Then i have to say they’re just words, just a name, just an interpretation.. maybe they really are.

When i try to make people happy; individuals happy- “you’re beautiful, gorgeous, i love you, you make me happy, your smile is what i dream of, i just want to be yours, be with you..”

i feel lonely… really thats just how i feel, most of the time.
I just want someone to be with, to cuddle, to make me feel whole; because i just feel empty really- like there is something missing from inside me.
Then you talk to me and i think, that must be you, you’re missing, you spoke to me, told me to be happy.

When I write, I’m writing for you, i want you to hear my message, i want you to know you’re beautiful and that your beauty is what carries me through my life, its what i write about. For me, you are everything. The words to a love song, the notes to the melody of my life. You are the air i breath, my oxygen.
You are every colour of the rainbow, every rain drop to fall on me, every tear i cry, sight i see, the nature that surrounds me.
When i worry it’s fear i might lose you to everything. The fear you won’t be there when i wake, you’ll disappear and then what can i do…
…with nothing to live for.

To you i hold eternal love and all my beliefs.
With you i can walk into tomorrow.

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Cathie is one of my biggest inspirations to write, she's lovely like that!
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