[ image of perfection ]

A bunch of the next entries are poems I wrote when I was about seventeen…I was a hormonal, rebellious mess…and I wrote sucky stuff. But some is ok…it’s just weird to see how much different I write now. yeah, read on.

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time stands still yet you pass through like its normal
i reach out to touch you, to feel your warmth
and you disappear into sheer nothingness
i long to feel your lips pressed against mine
and how our hands delicately intertwined
why you’re on my mind is beyond the stars, the moon, the sun
i close my eyes and there you are, an image of perfection
and i realize what i may dream is not reality, but this neverending fantasy, a daydream
i long for it to be real, and a tear falls down my cheek
with a full heart i dismiss it for the love of what you once had
and who you once were
and it will soon pass for me as well
as it obviously did for you

(1-3-2001)

[ 11.05 PM ]