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- JP DeVille Apr 2017
A book falls from a shelf,
but no one will ever read it.
A song is sung about love,
but it's never heard by its motivator.
A poem is written from the heart,
but it is never recited.
An I love you is trapped on somebody's lips,
but it is never pronounced.
A word like fire that never sparked;
a novel with no beginning.
Two lovers destinies called to be,
but distanced by sad reality.
An unsent message and a missed call,
an unsent letter, three swallowed words.
Does true love really exist?
or is it merely a myth...
- JP DeVille Apr 2017
I look down,
and stare at the dark pit
of all my lost hopes,
all my impossible dreams.
Depressed, I turn around,
I see a long hallway,
I believe it is my rescue.
At the end there's a door,
and suddenly I hold the key,
I run,
run as fast as I can
but I trip.
I stand up and realize,
I'm even further than when I begun.
But I keep running,
I keep falling and I getting up once more.
I cannot give up,
after all, if I make it,
I can finally find happiness.
At last I arrive:
My hopes, my dreams, my wishes,
all lie beyond that wall.
I rapidly rip the key off my chest
and unlock the handle.
Swinging open the door,
expecting the best and more,
yet there again, I stand staring down the abyss,
what's left to hope for?
Truly nothing is real,
my dreams are just that, dreams.
I let go,
spreading my arms,
flying free to a never ending sleep.
Happiness at last...
- JP DeVille Apr 2017
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
I open my eyes.
I blink.
I hear a sound.
I listen.
A shadow touches me,
yet I don't feel it.
I cry out for help,
but no sound comes out.
The shadow walks away,
and I beg her not to leave.
But its all complete silence.
I try to reach for her hand,
but I can't move.
I am (e)motionless,
a statue,
all I accomplish is a single tear.
She abandons me, I'm left alone,
to the sound of my heartbeat,
slowly beating.
The night covers me.
I am but a shadow.
a memory.
I miss her.
- JP DeVille Apr 2017
She is like the wind,
meant to be free
She is a wild animal,
not meant to be tamed.
She is a diamond, hidden in coal;
unique in her own equality.
She though so wise,
is a playful little girl,
caged in the body of a woman.
She is not an object;
objects come with instructions,
she is not easily understood.
Mystery is her favorite game.
She lives to laugh and laughs to live;
but a mask she wears to hide her past.
Mysterious beauty open your eyes,
wake from your slumber and you will see,
you and me darling,
we're meant to be.
- JP DeVille Apr 2017
When the sun rises from the west,
I will forget you.
When rivers run upstream,
I will let you go.
When spring comes in November,
and autumn falls in june.
When God himself tells me to stop loving you,
only then, and then will I go on.
- JP DeVille Apr 2017
I love,
But not like others love;
I don't speak the words for the sound.
I love,
But not for a kiss.
I love
strongly and fall even harder.
I love,
But not simply.
I love,
passionately.
- JP DeVille Apr 2017
Her eyes,
Like warm caramel made in a Swiss candy store.
Her lips,
Like a puffy cloud on a sunny day.
Her smile,
A better masterpiece than the Mona Lisa.
Her face,
Sculpted by God's finest craftsmen.
Her voice,
A harmony of a thousand angels.
Her,
The forbidden fruit I can never touch.
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