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That gasp in the back of your throat
You know the one
Where it feels like you'll die
If you don't see him again
Yes, that's it; I just felt it
I can't wait to set my eyes on him
The next step is a big one
It can hurt alittle sometimes
Although, I may be wrong, It has been awhile
Since the last time I fell
In love that is
This part is the relationship is
Often the best..and worst
The constant wondering on whether
He feels the same, or if he is going to be....
You know, the one
The anticipation is intoxicatingly blissful
I don't think I will ever bore of the way he makes me feel
Any man you can satisfy even the rawest of a womens desires
And make you giggle like a the little girl you once were
Well, he has to be a something special
Girls, if you find a good one, a truly good one
Don't let go. You need to hold onto those,
Those tiny moments which take your breathe away
And turn your dreams into beautiful realities
Oh, at last he is back
Ahh, I can finally breathe again
I know it's a cliche
But I was, honestly, lost
Before he sarcastically sauntered into my life.....
Oh, that's my cue ;)
Night girls
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As my tears crawl from my mascara stained eyes, down my blotchy red cheeks,
curling onto my trembling lips, leaving a salty trail behind; I think back to how I arrived here.
Here being my state of mind, here being this emotional wreck of sorrow and agony. Where
left is right and right is left; up is down and down is up. Here, as in completely lost, where
life races past you, leaving you to rot in your frozen state of delusion and regret.
Some people say 'hell' is the worst place in the world, but they are wrong; here is
worse. Here is the departure terminal of our loved or past loved ones. Here is where you
claim your emotional baggage, which you will carry with you for the rest of your life. So, I
guess you could call here an airport. Although an airport also has an arriving terminal, and
here is not a place where loved ones are returned to us. Yet somehow we find new loved
ones farther along, so an airport is a possibility.
Here can feel like a room that is too short to stand-up in, but not wide enough to lie
down in. Here, is where we lock away our past emotions, in hopes to forget the mistakes we
have made and to no longer analyze where we went 'wrong'. Although, you do not forgetyour
mistakes, you suffer from them, emotionally and physically. So, maybe a prison is possibility
for here. For here can be the loneliest place, even though you are never alone.
Here, unfortunately is not on a map, for here is no one place. Here is a part of life; a
painful but important part. Here, is the aftermath of a break-up; where you watch you loved
one walk away from you forever, and you feel your heart shatter into a thousand pieces of
sadness. And all you can do is stand there and reflect on everything you had with that
someone, and how much you wish you had them back in your arms.
So as I watch him walk away I say to myself, "What was I thinking?" All you can do
at this point, is start the painful struggle back to your normal self, and try to take something
away from this chapter in your life, because if you don't....You'll stay in that frozen state,
never to unthaw. Never to turn the page and finish your own happily ever after.
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As you rest up in the sky
Getting answers to all your questions
Reuniting with your only love
I think of you
You died the way everyone wants
Peaceful, in the place you love
Why did you have to leave?
What did I do?
I will always remember
The times that we spent
Sitting alone in your library
You taught me to read
Something I use everyday
You always told me to..
Never lie,
Never cheat, and to
Always keep my promises
So, I take you advice
And promise you one thing
And one thing only
My love is that one thing
My love is my promise
You never gave me the gift
Of a final farewell
You never gave me the gift
Of one last cry
As you rest up in the sky
Getting answers to all your questions
Reuniting with your only love
I think of, remember, and love you
I promise
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Racing heartbeat
Butterflies in your stomach
Constant wondering
Head over heels
Endless nights
Heat of the moment
Sweating bodies
Closeness
Nothing between you
Empty thoughts
Mindless fights
Unconditional love
Throughout it all
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A charcoal sky filled with dreary clouds
Begins the day of forgotten misery
The light drizzle starts to pond my shoulders
Slowly, painfully pushing me down
Beneath the concrete world
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When you gaze upon a Jackson Pollack for the first time
Instantly your mind begins to ponder
What was he thinking?
Where was he going with this?
Can you even call this art?
Who knows what he was thinking, it's not like you can ask him
Did he have to be going somewhere with it?
And yes, you can most definately call his work art.
Art, to many, has to have structure
Has to have specific meaning
But, honestly who declared those to be the rules.....
Even better, who dare slap rules onto art.
Jackson Pollack may have broken the "rules"
But in reality, he showed art in it's rawest form
Art is meant to be whatever you want it to be in that moment
When you gaze deep in the masterpiece of Pollack
Whatever you are feeling, whether it lys upon the surface
Or barried deep with in your subconscious
Your emotions and desires are releashed threw art
It is easy to quickly label art as something that you want it to be,
But just because you place a label on it,
Doesn't mean that you can block it's true statement
And that is whatever you need it to be
So go on, for those of you who seek the truth
Have a look, I dare ya
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Shivers sent down my spine
Uncontrolable hatred
Tears crawling down my shocked face
All of this caused by a letter
A letter you gave me
Simplicity is this letter
Simplicity is what broke my heart
A brokenheart is what is left of me
An unfixable crack
An unforgettable scar
That is what is left of me
Of our relationship
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Pondering pools of serenity
Graciously placed upon the rocks
Undisturbed, until the tides rise above
Forcing change upon them
Peaceful civilizations, momentarily interrupted
Using adaptation for survival
For change is inevitably thrust upon us
As often as the rising tides
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Smoldering heat beneath my feet
Schreaching skulls behind me
Nothing but dense forest in front of me
I run
I can't run away from the noise
I can't stop the heat
And my endless forest begins to end
Soon there will be no where to run
Where is my hero?
Where is my knight?
Is this the end?
Is there no fight for life?
The heat begins to cool
The skulls begin to fade
At last I wake to find reality
In a world that has passed me by
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Shooting stars above
Rolling waves in front
Warm sand, crunching betweeen my toes
Lit by the luminous moon
Hand in hand
Strolling along the beach
To the sound of crashing waves all around
Only you on my mind
Not a care in the world
Time stands still
When I'm with you
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