thinking of them thinking like me

My heart drops when my expectations of others falls short of how I imagined them to act, to think.

 Why dont they do their utmost to care about things just the way I do.

Doing things the correct not incorrect way.

 I know they are capable human beings who can do more.
As if its only a bore.

 Shouldnt they love to do the right thing starting with their choice of words and actions.

How do they sleep after doing all those things.
 Are they blind to the fact that they can see.

 All my precious time spent wondering, worrying, thinking of the way they should be.

 Thinking of them thinking like me.

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 I wrote this after a discussion about whether or not butter was best left on the countertop or in the fridge. One might think this is really not that important unless they were the one who felt otherwise and a light discussion became filled with reasons one may or may not want butter sitting out .Each person feeling that their point was the correct point. In the end the butter remained on the countertop to remain spreadable but also a source of contention. Im thankful we all have our own thoughts even if everyone thinks it would be best they were all the same.

Is it love

It is love , isnt it
the reason for the happy ending
Rays of sunshine across
happy faces

Heart beat races

That scene in that movie
where noses sniffle
Or we cheer , applauding
the feelings inspired

Its hot wired

Sometimes pushed
to unseen limits
by emotions spurred
by emotions spurred
by insecurity , or
notions

Spinning out of control


Needing to know

Is it love

Beautifully Unique

I look in the mirror
imperfection stares back
at me

Bulges, scars, varicose veins
its insane

Perfections pain , why am I so
ashamed

If only I could see
the real person
staring back at me

Beautifully unique

RUSH HOUR

Its always a rush hour ,  red lights growing dim, bumper to bumper , window rolled down , let the smoke roll out hymn, but Id sing it over and over again...Life ..the ride worth sitting in

Mirror

Is it the mirror where the truth lies
or in the strangers eyes

Is truth found in books or through
men? Could it be its hiding
inside ourselves , simply withen

Where the heart beats and the soul
begins

Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Moments

Moments
make memories roads
to the past

So make each moment
as if it were your last

Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Grateful Heart

Each day a gift
when opened by a
grateful heart
gives way
to a beautiful start

cynthia luvbabyluv