A Poem by Samantha Koshiol

Words help me make sense of things. Do they help you to?



Big blocks in my way and if I want it my way, it's going to take an army to move them away.


You're cemented.

Stuck into building a future that you tend to mention. Who am I to disprove and attempt to end it?


Appreciate your friendship.

But I would compliment you endless. You'd see a new begining. Full of vocal confidence and benefits.


You're beautiful.

How often does he tell you? Enough to make it truthful? Does your energy feel useful?


Does he see what I see?

Communication is key, and challenging. You challenge me and baffle me. Glady let your memory harass me.


Tell me,

Am I chasing after pipe dreams? Are my desires likely? Are we just sight seeing?

© 2012 Samantha Koshiol

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Added on November 27, 2012
Last Updated on November 27, 2012
Tags: Unsure, Minnesota, Beautiful, Women


Samantha Koshiol
Samantha Koshiol

Born in St. Paul, but proud Sicilian., MN

This St. Paul native, finds herself crazy. I was once told: "Everyone is crazy, those who admit they are, are. Those in denial are the ones we should be worried about" more..