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It's two in the morning and I drive by your house,
The lights are out and I can't knock on your window. As the cherry of my cigarette goes out, I think it’s the end of our friendship. Can I light another? Can I light another? I drive away and place the unlit butt in my mouth, Wishing this cigarette was your lips. I can't touch them anymore. I can't touch them anymore. While driving home, I hit more red lights than usual. Can I light another? I'm so tired. I'm so tired.
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2/2/2017 0 Comments Five Poems Found Scribbled in My Early Emo Diaries – Number Two: "Dreaming a Dream""Dreaming a dream long enough makes a dream come true,"
Is wishful dreaming to me, For all I seem to dream about are Sweet, soft dreams of she. "Wishing a wish long enough makes a wish come true," Is dreamingful wishing to me, For all I seem to wish about are Sweet, soft wishes of she. I am speechless when she approaches me, I lose my strength and might. Afraid to blink when I gaze at she, I cannot lose such a sight. Her eyes tell tales of purity. Her lips speak of the same. My beating heart at infinity When she calls out my name. Since I cannot take her under my care For whatever reason it may be, To my heart, it can only be fair That we meet upon a dream... 2/1/2017 0 Comments Five Poems Found Scribbled in My Early Emo Diaries – Number Three: "Just To Be Near You"I would be anything just to be near you...
A ring to hold your hand, Stuffed bear for a hug. The ground on which you stand. On your shoulders, a ladybug. A camera to capture your smile. Magnify glass gazing in your eyes. A phone to feel you dial. Pocket mirror in disguise. Falling in love with you is an easy thing to do, If only I can get you to fall in love with me. 2/1/2017 0 Comments Five Poems Found Scribbled in My Early Emo Diaries – Number Four: "Forever Lighthouse"Whenever I'm confused,
I'll go to the lighthouse. Whenever I don't know what to do, I'll go to the lighthouse. Because that's where I'll find truth. That's when I'll see you. I'd feel the softness of your skin. (the warmth of your touch) I'd hear your gently spoken words. (the beauty of your voice) I'll press your lips close to mine. (one perfect unity) I'll look deep into your eyes. (share this brief moment, eternally) The lighthouse sheds light, The lighthouse sheds power. It rids me from my fright, It is a mighty tower. The lighthouse is where I'll find you. It is where my fears are erased. Forever. I close my eyes.
(Hear the train in the distance) Hoping that when I look again, I will see your familiar face. The air is cold. (It is biting as it breezes) The chill fills my empty soul, I pray that you are near. My eyes stay pressed. (I will never stop believing) You are close, you are coming, I feel the warmth of your presence. The train is riding by. (But you're not arriving) I start to lose faith, But I cling to that small, small seed. I know you are near. (Sense the beauty of your voice) I feel your warmth and understanding, Everything will be okay. The train is fading. (But I never lose hope) My eyes shut tight, When they open, I will be in awe. But the train is gone. (No more noise in the distance) You are nowhere to be found, I’m too scared to look around. I open my eyes. (Darkness fills the void) Standing in an open field, Again, I am alone. ... I always feel alone. |
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