Now as I sit and think of you
watching the ignorant bliss of this snow day work its way into me
i think of you as I write this and my spirits rise
as if you were hear
I hate having days out of school anymore
for there is nothing to pass the time of not having your voice
at the thought of your voice
I fall into a day dream
of everything we have gone through
hoping it will never end but knowing it will
and I will have to live out the rest of this
long
painful
day
without you for my imagination is failing me
now all I have of you is a picture and many poems
but they will have to suffice until
I
can
fall
into
the
ignorant
bliss
of
another day dream
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Moving
I know what you mean. There's an in-between place - between what was and what is, and a lot of people live and die there. Many years ago, I was complaining to a friend about a relationship that ended and he said, "Buddy, that ship has sailed. It's time to move on." lol Kind of snapped me out of it. Then again, if we get in a very fast boat, we might catch up to that boat and climb aboard again. Nothing is permanent until somebody dies. If this is about a woman, fight to get her back, or let her go and hopefully make peace with it. I'm sure you know - that in-between place sucks.
Philosophy aside, this was very well written. I enjoyed it. It's honest and brave, which are the two most important qualities of good writing, in my opinion.
Hope all is well, buddy.
Mark Rickerby
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This poem is very good. I really enjoyed reading this one. Thanks so much for sharing and keep it up.
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...and again...
you make me cry and fall in love with you again.
I loved it...so much...
hehe...
amazing.amazing.amazing.
-your jenna
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