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Lacey Florence Poem
If I could choose the right way in the right situation,
I would choose you.
You’re a picture perfect screen on a rainy day.
I was easily lost in the suppleness of you arms.
It's perfection because you made it that way.
I am a reckless dream that will never again return to normal.
But I am here, weather you see or hear from me or not.
Reality; he tares at the wounds that were made so long ago, the ones you made me forget
when I was around you. Maybe that’s why you’re perfect.
He has changed, and all is better till I think of you. That’s why I have my broken moments,
at times a broken heart.
Who am I to him?
Who am I to you, now?
I try to think through this, but my head does not know what my heart tells it.
Its stronger then my heart. That’s why I am here.
Vastly intrigued by you still.
Love was once kind, naive, and so easy to fall into.
I will never know that kind of gentle again.
It makes you and brakes you all in the same moment.
As I did to you,
It’s dense and yet so clear at times.
Perfect couldn’t possibly exist.
This distance hurts,
My dreams now leave a cold vague image in my head and a fire in my heart that melts my
soul…
There is an emptiness that only you can fill.
Weather it is wrong or right, it is real.
Why does it have to be this way?
I will only end up bottling my emotions and putting them away,
I can hide it well, but you know that.
I wish you could be there,
Wish you could be my friend.
I am sorry I ruined that.
My reckless world has brought you closer to my heart and for that I am not sorry.
I only regret the loss that is now mine.
If perfect does exist,
Then perfect is you.
I miss you.
Copyright © Lacey Florence | Year Posted 2009
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Lacey Florence Poem
The truth about love is that it isn’t just life.
The truth is that it is a set feeling in your heart that happens once
And never goes away.
Like a painting, you paint, with the utmost creative cells in your mind, once you create it, the
image is there forever.
My heart is a lonely heart. It’s scared, fearing everyone life will bring into mine.
Children mostly.
I dried another tear, just yesterday. Let it trickle onto the counter top. It evaporated with
my lost thoughts and words. Once again nothing happened.
Life moves on. Why can’t I go with it?
I lie awake imagining what I must have. It’s more then one person should ask for.
It’s not fulfilling to live with half of my heart in something that is supposed to make me
whole.
I wonder what kind of person that makes me, do I deserve to be imprisoned by my lunatic
mind?
Probably.
I could sprint toward that picture love I created, but it wouldn’t welcome me.
It left me back in Oregon on the sandy beaches. It is imprinted on the dock, where the water
rolled in and took that picture right into the sea.
I could run a marathon in a dead sprint, and never catch that breeze again. Though I keep
imagining what it would be like.
I do not know what I should deserve here; I know it’s intriguing to think it’s possible.
My life will weep forever. Its dream set on what doesn’t exist anymore.
The truth about life is once you have found that feeling; you have to learn to overcome it.
You have to overcome love.
I can’t do that. I can’t make myself forget. I have tried.
I will stay here in Oregon. Where the waves in my heart come and go with every memory. I
will stay, always waiting...for nothing, because it was once something
Copyright © Lacey Florence | Year Posted 2009
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