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Brianne Bergen Poem
Heart to hand
Hand to pen
Pen to paper
Start again
Thoughts unwind
Secrets unfold
Words blossom into
Stories told.
A gentle seed
Sprouting small
Branches lead
To trees so tall.
Word for word
Scrawling lines
Sentences that
Creep through time.
Of past, of present,
Or those of
Mysteries
'Bout what's to come.
Pointless poems
To stricter measure
Writing is
Man's greatest treasure.
Copyright © Brianne Bergen | Year Posted 2008
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Brianne Bergen Poem
Forever yours
I wanna be forever yours
I wanna be the only one who can make you smile
Like everything's fine.
Only yours
I wanna be only yours
And you, my love, will be only mine.
Truly yours
You know I am truly yours
Noone can make me laugh
The way you do.
Forever mine
You are forever mine
I could never love someone like I love you.
Copyright © Brianne Bergen | Year Posted 2008
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To be held
(For she’s easily broken)
To be heard
(Without words clearly spoken)
To be liked
(By all of the world)
To be praised
(Like a little girl)
To be seen
(Not so easily missed)
Appreciated
(For all that she is)
To be trusted
(Without a doubt)
To be understood
(Inside and out)
To be happy
(And pressure-free)
To reach dreams
(Of what she wants to be)
To be loved
(By the one she adores)
To be touched
(Like never before)
To be herself
(Not society’s ideal
Of the perfect woman
Who doesn’t seem real)
To be respected,
(One man’s queen)
To be content
(Not a monster of green)
To be thought of
(For no reason at all)
To have someone to lean on
(In case she should fall)
To have one person
(To kiss goodnight)
To be strong enough
To stand up for what’s right
To be independent
(Rely on herself)
To have great friends
(For when she needs help)
To cry when she needs to
(Just because)
To laugh at herself,
To fall in love.
To learn from mistakes
(Forget the past)
To live from the memories
(That she always has)
To be her best,
To always come through,
To impress the world
And to please you.
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Holding hand in hand
Nothing matters, not a single thing
It's you he understands
But does he know the joy he brings?
Along the road a lesson learnt
A further fact discovered.
Love runs deeper than before
And new secrets uncovered.
Once one digs so far to heart
There's a pull to keep on going.
For you feel you cannot live
Knowing there's something you're not knowing.
Holding hand in hand
Nothing matters, not a single thing
It's you he understands
But does he know the joy he brings?
Copyright © Brianne Bergen | Year Posted 2008
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