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That one time
when you held my hand
That one time
when you whispered "I can't"
That one time
when I tried not to understand
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened,
we crossed the line.
That one time
a vague moment of almost bliss
That one time
a subtle expression that I may miss
That one time
a head-on collision of mind & heart
That one time
a part of you I carry now that we're apart
It happened,
we've just crossed the line.
That one time
has effortlessly budged reason
That one time
has totally misplaced my hesitation
That one time
has been etched in my memory
That one time
has not been outlined sharply
It happened,
we have crossed the line.
That one time
when I held your hand
That one time
when I understood your "I can't"
That one time
when I felt your heart hastily beat
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened.
when you held my hand
That one time
when you whispered "I can't"
That one time
when I tried not to understand
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened,
we crossed the line.
That one time
a vague moment of almost bliss
That one time
a subtle expression that I may miss
That one time
a head-on collision of mind & heart
That one time
a part of you I carry now that we're apart
It happened,
we've just crossed the line.
That one time
has effortlessly budged reason
That one time
has totally misplaced my hesitation
That one time
has been etched in my memory
That one time
has not been outlined sharply
It happened,
we have crossed the line.
That one time
when I held your hand
That one time
when I understood your "I can't"
That one time
when I felt your heart hastily beat
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened.
Literature
One of Many.
One of Many.
I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you will think of me.
So I make subtle adjustments
And become someone you want me to be.
I hide behind my mascara and concealer.
Smile and respond when instructed.
I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I allow myself to become conducted.
I allow myself to become obstructed.
I allow myself to become abducted.
I allow myself to become corrupted.
I allow myself to become artificial.
I allow myself to become superficial.
I allow myself to become egotistical
And live behind a carefully applied screen.
Because my real face can never be seen.
It's easier to act
Literature
Something's Missing
I will not miss you like a child misses a blanket
or a year misses a season which has just passed
or as childhood is remembered from furrowed brows;
the parched lips that had once drunk from
the fountain of youth.
No,
nor will I miss you like a widowed lark
that stays up all night believing in
melodic necromancy -
- I do not believe in such things,
as I do not believe in a god I forsook,
when I realized I did not miss him
as I missed the comfort of ignorance,
Nay, I cannot miss you like a poem misses its muse
in verses,
which miss her till eternity dies
or a juvenile favour that leaves one
benevolent and misses benevolence
Literature
Memory
Memory is like the tide,
It swells and ebbs;
It's free and wide,
Yet ridden with dregs.
At times it's calm
Soothing and sweet;
Like a tender balm,
A gentle beat.
It's violent, too
Coarse and bitter;
Like a vicious coup,
A cruel winter.
In it, I do bask,
Adrift in my mind;
I need only ask
To be lost in time.
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May 25, 2013
Nothing is clear.
Nothing is definite.
Nothing is certain.
But this I know to be true,
I can't help but smile when I think of you.
Nothing is clear.
Nothing is definite.
Nothing is certain.
But this I know to be true,
I can't help but smile when I think of you.
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"...wish I'd done more." -- thought about that, too. But...
Now, I'm more than inspired to write, thank YOU!