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A Not-So-Romantic Guide On LoveWhat I know about love:
It's out to get me. Of that I am positive. For reasons known and unknown, but yeah. It's out to get me.
I made my choice a long time ago who it was going to be, and I've been too scared to have faith in it. That's why it is currently out to get me.
You don't always have to be in a romantic mood to know you're in love. HECK NO you don't.
The person you love doesn't have to be seen as perfection in your eyes for you to think they are the greatest being alive. They will make you happy no matter what, just by being in your life. Even the smallest manifestation that they care about your own existence can make you hysterically happy.
It isn't always in the touch. All of the physical things in love don't have to be all out there at once, and sometimes it's better to control it and keep it back a little more than you want to. It keeps you open to who the person actually is and not just what makes you feel good with them.
Sometimes you have to be patient. Even if they do
Bittersweet GoodbyesI hugged him and
Cried for so long.
It must have been minutes on end.
He simply held me
And comforted me
Told me everything would be fine
And that we'd see each other again
Soon, in fact
He'd come to games and play his tuba
Come see me in musicals
And band concerts
I could call him if I wanted
If I needed help
If I missed him
If I was happy
If I was sad
If I just wanted to talk
He held me tight and just spoke
Stroked my head
Let my tears and sobs come
He gave me so much faith
And love and joy
I will never forget.
I thought he was Jesus then.
I still like to imagine he is sometimes.
ThinI'm thinner than tissue paper now
And my own tears
Might soak me through
And I'll tear easy
Left to hold
The tears people wipe on me.
A heart made of liquid
Can't stay solid at all.
The Turmoil Of The UnknownQuestions.
Lots of Questions.
But no Answers.
In my Head,
Thoughts keep Buzzing,
I see Him
Look at Me.
I don't Know
What he Sees.
Want to Know
If he Sees
Who I Am
Not my Face
Hope he Dreams
Like I Dream.
Dream of Him.
Him and Me.
Have a Heart.
I want His.
Want his Heart
For my Own.
Sidewalk SongSome treat life like a cash crop
I'm still kinda growing
The tailor stole the farmer's wife
Both men keep on sewing/sowing
If you meet me along the creek
I bet we'll catch some fish to eat
Unless Spring steals my bait
They make pipes from bamboo in Babylon
Prelude In ThirdYes. She heard them.
The wind chimes.
Ting ching ta-ching ching chingle ting ta-ling chingle .
Eyes closed, lips smiling.
Yearning for the wind to bow on the grass.
Waiting for the mellow sunlight to spin
And whisper on the glass and the dew.
She was just listening;
Listening with her mind,
Her ears, her heart.
She was listening for the music.
Oh! It was there!
The brook was trickling somewhere to her left,
Standing as the moving melody.
Plittle plittle ching! Cha-ching plittle-little ting! Lickle-ling pling ching!
The musical laugh sang,
Giggling at the beauty of the dawn,
Chuckling at the mist as the air floated serenely.
Somewhere a bird descanted in rapture,
And another creature trumpeted its waking.
She felt the earth thrumming like
A deep, soft bass, smooth and calm.
They all moved together in time,
As she moved her hands in each direction,
Guiding the song of the morning.
Nature was her symphony and music was her purpose.
It was the only thing
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