When I close my eyes and I think about
What I'm going to say to you,
I realize that it's not so hard to put into words.
Seems like I can't stop thinking about you
Or what happened between us
That Saturday night.
If I could,
I'd go back and relive
Every moment
Exactly the way that it happened.
I loved those moments,
Unlike any I have ever
Experienced.
And more than once,
When looking down at our hands
Wrapped tightly together,
I couldn't distinguish
Your fingers from mine.
When you're holding my hand,
I feel safe.
Yet, more than safe.
Loved.
I've never been with anyone
Who's tried to make me feel that way.
They've all just taken advantage of me.
I guess that's why I've been so reluctant
To let myself
Develop feelings
For you.
All I can think about is right now,
How much I long to see you and feel your hands
Forming
Around mine.
When I was with you,
I didn't think about anything else.
Just the fact that you were beside me.
We were actually together,
Acting on what we felt.
It amazes me to think about
How long you've waited
For me.
I wish I knew a better way of telling you...
You make me feel so...
(well, there's not even a word for it...)
So I guess what I'm saying is this -
You had me directly after that kiss.
This is so new to me,
But I want to try.
I figure it will be alright because
You've already seen me cry.
Numerous times.
This is my acceptance letter,
But how can I actually voice this
When I feel so vulnerable already.
I don't know how I'd sound this out.
Author notes
We're dating like whoa. <3.
But I wrote this like an hour before it was "official."
Written May 1st, 2005
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Wow. This really was a beautiful piece. I loved the beauty and udnerstanding here. This was really a wonderful piece. I am speechless. I loved the language you used and the figurative way you spoke. I absolutely was awe-struck by the lines:
"And more than once,
When looking down at our hands
Wrapped tightly together,
I couldn't distinguish
Your fingers from mine."
Great write! -
And more than once,
When looking down at our hands
Wrapped tightly together,
I couldn't distinguish
Your fingers from mine.
that's very niiice.
When you're holding my hand,
I feel safe.
Yet, more than safe.
Loved.
I know that feeling too, it's nice isn't it?
Nice poem, I like the meaning behind it, but it seems it could really be more of a story?
Grand job though!
ttyl,
<3
Melissa
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this poem is so touching..all of it is tru..u captured it all so right..and wrote it all so beautifully! i love this poem..its amazing and emmtioally true and thoughtful..
keep up the fantabuluos work!
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