desire-lewis - Hello Poetry

The stardust was falling from the heavens that night Our hearts outstretched to each other, our eyes gazing in wonder Hands were held, words were passed And the thoughts of love fell into a deep slumber. Can you remember the way things once were… Innocent children playing together not having to worry about life or that they were boy and girl… Let the heavens open again pouring out its magical dust its rain, its snow, its hail and sun the love, the pain, the happiness, the past. Let time heal all wounds and widen smiles with the hopes of a new tomorrow with answers to the questions and what is sure to follow.

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Mar 5, 2012

Mar 5, 2012 at 6:51 AM UTC

Stardust*

The stardust was falling from the heavens that night Our hearts outstretched to each other, our eyes gazing in wonder Hands were held, words were passed And the thoughts of love fell into a deep slumber. Can you remember the way things once were… Innocent children playing together not having to worry about life or that they were boy and girl… Let the heavens open again pouring out its magical dust its rain, its snow, its hail and sun the love, the pain, the happiness, the past. Let time heal all wounds and widen smiles with the hopes of a new tomorrow with answers to the questions and what is sure to follow.

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I am tired (I know) of the what if’s, the what was or what will be. I am tired of the emotions (inside) which seem to control my thoughts. I am tired (do you know?) of the conflict between the ‘what this is’ and ‘what this is not’. Because it is: neither and/or; it is/ is not; both and neither. I am tired (I think) of being tired. Of keeping it together; not cracking on the surface. Because honesty this time has failed to cure these symptoms, like before. I am tired. Just tired. But I won’t let You go.

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Mar 5, 2012

Mar 5, 2012 at 6:48 AM UTC

I am tired.

I am tired (I know) of the what if’s, the what was or what will be. I am tired of the emotions (inside) which seem to control my thoughts. I am tired (do you know?) of the conflict between the ‘what this is’ and ‘what this is not’. Because it is: neither and/or; it is/ is not; both and neither. I am tired (I think) of being tired. Of keeping it together; not cracking on the surface. Because honesty this time has failed to cure these symptoms, like before. I am tired. Just tired. But I won’t let You go.

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I am restrained. Through my own choice mind you. We’re playing a game with very high stakes. And we’re both trying to keep our cards very close. But as this progresses, we each take more cards, and At some point our hands are going to be too small to manage. Our cards will fall, and the game will be up. As we play, this game requires honesty and sharing. Denying oneself is like starving a flame of oxygen. It needs a little bit to survive, but not too much to start a fire. Denying oneself is like starving oneself of food. One needs food in moderation to live and be healthy. Just for now, lighten your grips on the reigns. How else can one find the middle ground? The median is the middle of a low and a high. And one needs to test and test and test again. Just remember if the ride gets too bumpy, then its Always okay to take your foot off the accelerator again. There is no penalisation for attempting, for being brave. I miss you. I think of you. You make me happy. And I’m not ashamed of honesty.

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Mar 5, 2012

Mar 5, 2012 at 6:40 AM UTC

Ef•fu•sive

I am restrained. Through my own choice mind you. We’re playing a game with very high stakes. And we’re both trying to keep our cards very close. But as this progresses, we each take more cards, and At some point our hands are going to be too small to manage. Our cards will fall, and the game will be up. As we play, this game requires honesty and sharing. Denying oneself is like starving a flame of oxygen. It needs a little bit to survive, but not too much to start a fire. Denying oneself is like starving oneself of food. One needs food in moderation to live and be healthy. Just for now, lighten your grips on the reigns. How else can one find the middle ground? The median is the middle of a low and a high. And one needs to test and test and test again. Just remember if the ride gets too bumpy, then its Always okay to take your foot off the accelerator again. There is no penalisation for attempting, for being brave. I miss you. I think of you. You make me happy. And I’m not ashamed of honesty.

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