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Exhilaration, delirious happiness,
Accompanied by a stomach made too light, lifting,
Floating, follows after the sweet, the oh so sweet kiss
Of finding the one, perfection in the imperfections.
Contentedness, a feeling of completeness,
Your heart, swelling with the unexplainable,
That which ties all within this, our world,
Encompassing all, yet jealously private, just you two.
Then, despairing, distraught, two as one no longer
But apart, so, so far apart, distances vast,
Planning, hoping, wishing, yet contact depressingly brief,
Six months, a year, and your heart wails, alone.
So alone, yet not so.
Perseverance, compassion, stronger, day by day,
Alone in body, physical frame, cage that is flesh,
Yet together in that, the unexplainable,
Outside the cage, beyond what is known.
So alone, yet not so.
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The snow falls gently down,
In lazy sheets of white,
I watch it fall for hours,
Dancing in the breeze,
Covering up the dirty ground,
Stealthily in the night,
These tiny, crystalline flowers,
Forming awesome seas.
Seas, made of wind and ice
Swirling, tugging at my mind,
Each flake is part of a breaker,
Of a sea nearly mythical,
And I realize why they can’t suffice,
These words I so often find,
For to put words to nature,
Is to make less of a miracle
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On those lonely days,
When the sky is pouring rain,
You look out through haze,
And see memories that bring you pain
The only woman you hold dear,
Walked away and out the door,
You can’t help but shed a tear,
As you watch it all once more,
Oh, everybody falls sometimes,
From the high places in our lives,
We land down among our crimes,
The lies cutting just like knives,
We try to read between the lines,
Yet we all seem to shrink from our dives,
Yea, everybody falls sometimes,
From the high places in our lives,
The wind that chills you to the bone,
Will push you onward when you roam,
And when you’re weary and alone,
The fire still burns back at home,
When life gets you down so low,
Where you can’t even find your way,
Well I’ve been there and I know,
That tomorrow’s a whole new day
Oh, everybody falls sometimes,
From the high places in our lives,
We land down among our crimes,
The lies cutting just like knives,
We try to read between the lines,
Yet we all seem to shrink from our dives,
Yea, everybody falls sometimes,
But we all get on with our lives,
Oh, everybody falls sometimes,
But we get on with our lives,
Yeah we get on with our lives
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So far from perfection, reminded every day,
Always striving to reach the unreachable,
Yet doomed to fall forever short, imperfect,
Not ever enough, no matter how I try.
I get by for a few days, decent, but not great,
And inevitably, I fall short, I drop the ball.
Of all the things I juggle, all the things in my life,
You are the most important, and your disapproval cuts the deepest.
I’ll rarely let on how much this act wears on me,
How tired I become, tired of juggling these things,
But I cannot fail, I cannot stop, and so go on,
Seldom complaining, and never explaining my worries.
And so I juggle on, picking up all that I drop,
For I know that you are juggling too, endlessly,
And I try to help in any way I can, though far away,
And I despair when I realize, once again, I have failed.
So I come to understand, again and again, daily,
That I will never be good enough, never meet my own standards,
That you deserve better than I, though I dread the day you come to this,
The same conclusion, for that is the day I lose everything.
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I know I’ve said these three little words
More than just a few times
But they shouldn’t seem like a bunch of birds
Fluttering around with these rhymes
Those three little words mean much more
Than some people think they do
Now I don’t mean to be a bore
But I love hearing them from you
Those three little words that I say
To you, may seem so small
But to me, though I say them every day,
Are more than just an end to a call
Those three little words hold inside
What I cannot say, and feelings,
That I simply cannot hide,
Do you see how my heart sings?
Those three little words to me,
Mean what I hope they mean to you,
Because someday, I’ll be on one knee,
Saying them, “I love you.”
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As I lie awake, another sleepless night,
I find my mind drifting, towards you once again,
Without your presence near, darkness falls upon me,
Four month’s it’s been, a nightly ritual unceasing.
After hours watching the ceiling, as it moves,
Forming waves and breakers upon the shores of my mind,
I find your beautiful face, staring down, watching,
Wondering why I’m not there, where I should be.
And I futilely try to reach you, never close enough,
Never soon enough, simply never enough, in my mind.
And as the night progresses on, forever endless,
I feel the caress of your fingers once again.
They trace atop my fingers, and gently sweep across my face,
Revealing behind them that which no one else sees,
My face beneath this mask I wear, my wall, my defense,
My disguise that has fooled everyone, but you.
Your fingers strip away the outer shell, and innocently reach within,
Armor gone, emotions unveiled, my secrets known to you,
And still you reach deeper, pulling at my heartstrings now,
Within my mind, across the distance between us, you and I.
As I lie awake, another sleepless, endless night,
I find you again, and we dance as we once did,
I hold you once more, laugh and sing to you again,
But it’s never the same, so I wait, and lie awake, remembering.
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