Patrick Calleja Poems

There are many definitions to a good morning
Various definitions brought up by man
I like to think of my own definitions
And here's my definition to what a good morning is
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Does she ever think of me?
I ask myself
Does she not remember the moments we had?
I beseech myself
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I never deserved to be treated this way
After all I did for her - Treated her
I always made sure that I would not put my feelings in the way
I always made sure I'd suppress my feelings
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What has been happening to us
Each hour that passes I feel a distance increasing
Why do I feel this change
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I chose you
You from thousands of other girls out there
My mind tells me it's still early but my heart wants else
You have helped me discover the happiness in my life once more
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Why hasn't it all gone as planned
The way we both wanted it to be
The way we imagined it to be
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What if I told you, that God never left your footsteps?
Even when you felt down low, even around your missteps.
God showed me a vision, and woke me from my sleep,
He showed me a man in a room, invisible and sweep,
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My poetry is not one which is meant to talk wrong about others
My words are not which are meant to put others in a dark light
I write about the good and the bad - The truth
There is no point in keeping poetry to oneself
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It's a strange feeling isn't it
Not knowing whether or not you still love someone
There are days where'd you feel great
And not a person in the world could ruin that
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A baggage so heavy and large
A baggage so hard to let go
You'd think it's simple to let go
Or maybe it is - But I just don't want to
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