Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.

Bide Not Your Time



Bide not your time

for it’s a treasure

and you may lose

tomorrow’s wager

So, Love me sooner

without measure


In vibrant hues of indigo blues

we’ll boldly dream

in midnight themes

exploring passions


Soaring as one

two spirits free


And when days have passed away

as shades begin to turn to grey

The past of us is what will stay


We’ll wear our faded memories

like a beloved pair of old blue jeans

of life and living tried and true

The timeless love of me and you




*photo found on Pinterest


Author: justagirllost2

Just a girl lost in some ways, found in others. Writing my thoughts, ideas, dreams, realities, pieces of me... not all pretty~ definitely real. I'm a mother with faith in God's divine providence that my mistakes and selfishness, my immaturity and past are all part of a journey. That all is never what it seems. That good will always claim victory and there is a plan beyond what human eyes and our fallen natures can see. My three children are my miracles, my life, my blessing and they inspire me to be a better woman and human being. I hope that you and I share and learn from each other in the beauty and reality of life on this ever evolving journey. xo ~ This is a place without masks~ without broken glass paths ~ This is a place to be free To be me~Just a girl lost XxX

5 thoughts on “Bide Not Your Time

  1. /Sigh/ Such a lucky guy somewhere

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Not Bad Either 😉

    Liked by 1 person

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