The tears came to my eyes,
As we watched them dance,
Knowing that every time I am happy,
Someone will take it away.
You grabbed my hand and held it tight,
Tighter than I held yours,
I told you it was because of pain,
But my reason was the same as yours,
I never want to let you go.
We left the dance so early,
We had half an hour to make it home,
We stopped along the sidewalk,
And hid between the tree's,
You put your hands on my stomach.
After awhile we sat on the ground,
And you wrapped your arms around me,
As I sat with my back to your chest,
My skirt fell past my thighs,
And sometimes so did your hand.
The only thing right that day,
Was being in your arms,
Hearing just your voice,
And, most importantly,
Feeling your lips on my own.
Author notes
Imagination at work....not actually true...
Written August 25th, 2006
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wow i loved it. so beautiful. i love how you put it as they held your hand tighter then you did theirs. very nice little touch. =)
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thanks
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Speechless
Flawless writing, I felt this
Wow
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thank you, very, very much
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This was a great poem. It was sad and beautiful and dark all at once. The imagery was amazing, as well.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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do you remember the nights like this.....or have you fogotten them all???
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yeah, i remember nights like this, and i still can't stand seeing people dance
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good
I liked the poem- as far as it went. Somehow, it ended bedore I thot it (would) should. -
aww this is sweet!!
I love the imagery
and so much emotion!
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that was seriously good i really like that imagery...
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i love it and its awesome
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You bring these thoughts together beautifully and played out a very vivid scene to your readers. Powerful imaginative write...
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very nice write
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