lwints - Hello Poetry

I was just a bird sitting in the gold metal with the door open always wanting but never leaving

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC

lwints

The Bird

I was just a bird sitting in the gold metal with the door open always wanting but never leaving

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Im not one of those people The ones that yell on the cliff And wave their arms all about Not one who demands your attention Claiming it as my own Im one of those people who stands Quietly and unassumingly Next to you And whispers “hi I am here Im thinking of you Maybe you could think of me?” Im one of those ones Waiting to be noticed For someone to see The me who takes a bit of searching To find Who would love you forever And be totally devoted If you so much as asked me to But instead I stand Unassumingly Over there Hoping you remember But unsurprised that you don’t After all I not standing on a cliff Shouting out your name

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC

lwints

Not One Of Those People

Im not one of those people The ones that yell on the cliff And wave their arms all about Not one who demands your attention Claiming it as my own Im one of those people who stands Quietly and unassumingly Next to you And whispers “hi I am here Im thinking of you Maybe you could think of me?” Im one of those ones Waiting to be noticed For someone to see The me who takes a bit of searching To find Who would love you forever And be totally devoted If you so much as asked me to But instead I stand Unassumingly Over there Hoping you remember But unsurprised that you don’t After all I not standing on a cliff Shouting out your name

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I lied That day That day you asked me And I told you no My brain filled with it all All of the ‘yes’ and all of the ‘you have no ideas’ I shouted yes with every muscle and nerve I shouted it with the way I didn’t move my hand towards yours I shouted it by making the right amount of eye contact, You know, the stranger-acceptable amount But all you heard was 'no, not yet' Maybe if i'd told you You would have said you did too Maybe you would have meant it But instead we both sighed a someday… Someday we will love each other My someday was years ago Were you too proud too?

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC

lwints

I Lied

I lied That day That day you asked me And I told you no My brain filled with it all All of the ‘yes’ and all of the ‘you have no ideas’ I shouted yes with every muscle and nerve I shouted it with the way I didn’t move my hand towards yours I shouted it by making the right amount of eye contact, You know, the stranger-acceptable amount But all you heard was 'no, not yet' Maybe if i'd told you You would have said you did too Maybe you would have meant it But instead we both sighed a someday… Someday we will love each other My someday was years ago Were you too proud too?

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The grip tape tore against the roses on my skirt As I sat on approximately one half of the long board The other half was occupied by your lovely self We both laid back Blades of grass only separated our faces That and your hand which I wished you would put in mine Or brush my cheek Instead I looked away And remark about the clouds The one that looked like a turtle Or a dragon I forget The point of it was That you would see the clouds And not the look on my face Which would have told you the whole story The story of what I thought of that hand in between us And the delicate blades of grass So easily breakable Yet impenetrable Or so I thought

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC

lwints

The Clouds

The grip tape tore against the roses on my skirt As I sat on approximately one half of the long board The other half was occupied by your lovely self We both laid back Blades of grass only separated our faces That and your hand which I wished you would put in mine Or brush my cheek Instead I looked away And remark about the clouds The one that looked like a turtle Or a dragon I forget The point of it was That you would see the clouds And not the look on my face Which would have told you the whole story The story of what I thought of that hand in between us And the delicate blades of grass So easily breakable Yet impenetrable Or so I thought

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