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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 11:26 pm
A few months ago, I went through a romantic trial that permanently changed me. One night, the confusion consumed me till i could no longer contain it. my reaction was to turn to the pen. These three works are the thoughts that filled me that night, pure and unrevised in the order in which they were written. (Something rare for me since i usually revise like crazy.) Please respect these words, for even if their quality isn't par, they are a piece of my heart and still carry great importance to me.
Oh great conundrum,
You are content to call friend,
Now I fear even that may end,
What is my adoration but a burden on you,
Love me as a friend? Oh I hope its true,
But I wish I could be so much more to you,
My weekends are long, filled with heavy sighs,
And, when i say goodbye, my heart just dies,
Even when I see your face,
And my soul is filled with your beautiful grace,
I feel like I'll just weep,
That you may find me a creep,
Your face astounds me,
Your beauty confounds me,
How your smile makes my heart move,
If all I can be is a friend to you,
Then I shall do the best that I can do.
Your lips accent your skin,
Or is it the other way around,
Your eyes speak to me,
Without making a sound,
When you are near,
The air is filled with life,
When you speak,
I can feel no strife,
How can I say it,
When you are so...
You are beautiful,
Just to let you know.
Every morning you shine like the morning sun. Your countenance is more refreshing than a glass of cold lemonade. Every word between us, no matte how brief, thrills every part of my being. To reach across the most impossible gap and capture me, this feat I credit to you. How strong the rope drawn tight around my shoulders. The colors of which no language can describe. You are more indescribably beautiful than this feeling, but there is something more, something golden, which slowly reveals itself every time we meet. It is this that transcended that great wall and touched me where I never thought possible. You truly are the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out.
I know the last one is technically prose not poetry.
Bet you can't guess what the gap and the wall are metaphors of.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:43 am
Really sad, and sweet. I hope everything turned out all right for you biggrin
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 11:15 am
Before posting this, I had only shown these pieces to one person. That person no longer talks to me. I think you can draw your own conclusion.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 4:06 pm
Aw I'm sry. But don't give up yet!!!
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 5:03 pm
I don't believe in giving up. In fact, I just texted her. Though all I ever get are one word responses, if any
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 4:28 pm
Those poems are so beautiful...good luck with everything.
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