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here in wait,
i lay across the ground
with my hands
curled into dismembered fists
and eyes of red roses,
just waiting for her to return.
i don't know when,
i don't know where,
but i do know
in a day,
a week,
a lifetime,
she'll return from her slumber.
how, i do not know.
why, the same.
i just do.
___________ _ _
in life, when we wait for ones we love,
it's not a physical attraction.
when i first ran into her,
i didn't know what to believe.
she was someone who seemed...
unreal.
she was a flower, blossomed in the spring,
and yet only i noticed it.
now, after our separation,
i've realized that maybe this was to be.
she had changed, and i didn't like it.
where did all the love go?
how should i, a man of flesh and blood,
know this?
i only know that it feels right,
no matter how much i wish she was back
in my arms.
i lay across the ground
with my hands
curled into dismembered fists
and eyes of red roses,
just waiting for her to return.
i don't know when,
i don't know where,
but i do know
in a day,
a week,
a lifetime,
she'll return from her slumber.
how, i do not know.
why, the same.
i just do.
___________ _ _
in life, when we wait for ones we love,
it's not a physical attraction.
when i first ran into her,
i didn't know what to believe.
she was someone who seemed...
unreal.
she was a flower, blossomed in the spring,
and yet only i noticed it.
now, after our separation,
i've realized that maybe this was to be.
she had changed, and i didn't like it.
where did all the love go?
how should i, a man of flesh and blood,
know this?
i only know that it feels right,
no matter how much i wish she was back
in my arms.
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...yeah, expressing time.
ummm, this is just meant to show how i feel about tori and i breaking up.
i don't even know if it makes sense. then again... does love make sense?
this poem was not only shaped into being by an event, but a song.
blue, by utada hikaru.
ummm, this is just meant to show how i feel about tori and i breaking up.
i don't even know if it makes sense. then again... does love make sense?
this poem was not only shaped into being by an event, but a song.
blue, by utada hikaru.
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I'm gonna cry. This has been happening with a lot of people around me recently, and it makes me sad that I can do nothing about it. No matter how hard I try, my words of consolement are ineffective. Nii-san, I do wish I could help. I don't like it when my friends are hurting. I suppose, "It'll be okay," won't help much here, will it?