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| I wish I could tell you of how much I care about you,
but all you would do is laugh it away, and pretend I was mute.
I wish I could tell you how much I've loved you,
but you'd call me crazy and tell me that I really didn't.
I wish I could tell you how much I think of you, how you're always in my head.
You'd say that dreams are not real.
I want you to know that I think so much more of you than I act,
and I want you to know,
I admire you.
I wish you'd feel the same way I feel towards you.
But you'd just turn me away, and I'd be broken.
I want to stay in one piece, so I'm stuck here, wishing for you to just...
...know.
Know everything.
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| Oh, Moon.
You sit in a periwinkle sky,
The moment the sun sets,
You are the focal point of everyone's eye.
No matter where a person is,
Somehow they'll see your radiant glow.
Whether someone trapt in a forest of black trees,
or a feild of white snow.
They all manage to see you,
every night you shine.
Their eyes are fixed upon you,
For you are the definition of divine.
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| Love.
The word is so easy to say.
When you fall in love,
nothing feels the same.
I've tried to understand
how you can find it, and where?
Is there a map that I haven't been told of?
Some cruel trick,
love is decieving me,
Leading me away from all that is real,
all that is right.
Leading me by the hand,
and just suddenly let's it drop,
dangle there for a few minutes, hours, weeks, months, maybe years, who really knows for how long.
Love is when that misguided hand,
longing for another's touch,
finds another that reaches out far enough,
and leads you back to where you should be.
But I hate to be the pessimist,
I'm sorry for saying this,
...but what happens when the hand that lead you
away from being lost,
loses their grip,
and slowly drifts away?
I'm lost.
-EM, May 3, 2005 | | |
| I wish there was a symphony playing behind us
everytime our lips met.
Then you'd remember how incredible
everything was.
But all of those moments
are blocked out
from your mind.
You always told me you easily forget things.
I thought you were joking,
But you obviously weren't.
I'd always picture us,
together,
but we're not even close,
and I think that's what hurts the most.
-Em, April 14, 2005 | | |
| I'm afraid,
of your rejection,
some strange, quiet,
way of selection.
I'm trying to imagine you
refusing this offer,
so that maybe,
all of this will be a blur.
Reality is some cruel thing,
that brings you down,
Down to where what happens stays,
You can't turn reality around.
Love leads you away,
from everything filled with pain,
to a place where nothing has to make sense,
and the world isn't plain.
Love leads to to where,
You've always wanted to be,
until you have to give it up,
and go back to reality.
-EM, April 13, 2005 | | |
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