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 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Cathyy
I thought i'd write another poem,
Another letter.
Containing some of those 'sweet, sweet words' which could potentially
Keep me in love with this girl forever.

But forever's soon gonna be over and done with..
Within a single heartbeat,
See I fear we'll fade like broken smiles slipping from  our tender lips

And between the space of now and forever,
During this infinite yet tiny infinity
My heart will beat for every time she breathes, for every time these sad eyes and hers meet,
Falling deeper in between the sheets of all our crinkled memories

Sometimes our past likes to play peek a boo with us, and that i won't deny, scares the poopsicles out of me!
Though often I find myself wondering if she misses her younger self,
Or misses the vision of who she wanted to be

.. Well for what it's always worth mandy,
Let me tell you,
She's the most beautiful soul i've had the privilege to be mates with
And you ask me what she looks like?
Hm i'm not even sure if the dictionary would be able to describe her qualities without blushing.
.. And that was a weird use of personification but i think i'll keep going

Its not just her long layered hair,
Which, Like blank pages of a book,
Both are kept in such perfect condition, and are handled with care

It's not the way she presents herself as humble yet confident
When the microphones in front of her mouth,
And the guitars wrapped around her body like a hug i'll always miss

It's the simplicity of her smile, the way she's so effortless when she aims it at every single person, coming towards her, in every single direction....

And i follow her also,
..in  her footsteps i mean,
To be that one step closer to my own hopes and dreams
And it's her voice i'd listen out for
Whenever i'm flashing back to more scarier dreams

Oh what a beautiful muse i have,
What a way to love her.
My response poem to My new pal, Amanda's poem;

'Mister him and Miss her'

Go check it out!! :)
Love always,
Cathyy x
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Theia Gwen
When I was little all I wanted to do was fly
Like angels in the bible
Or like Peter Pan
With a little bit of faith, trust
And lots of pixie dust

When I was a bit older
I dreamed of being like a bird
While looking out of the classroom window
Not wanting to return home
I could spread my wings and protect myself
And fly
Just fly

One day I tried to fly
When I launched myself off my balcony
But gravity pulled me down and red liquid blossomed from my knee
While tears stained my cheeks
"What were you doing?" My mom yelled
I hiccuped through my crying
"I just wanted to fly."

I am standing on the edge
150 feet up in the air
I try not to think of it as falling
I imagine myself finally flying
And feeling the wind rush across my face and leave me flushed
I spread my arms and imagine wings
And let go
All to fly
"Falling is just like flying except there's a more permanent destination."- James Moriarty
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Theia Gwen
It wasn't the carnation that made my day,
Nor the 3 fluffy teddy bears I found in my locker,
Not the hershey kiss you offered me
Those were sweet gestures,
I'm not saying I didn't love them
But material items can't replace that feeling
When you wrapped me up in your arms
And held me close
And said the 3 words I would never forget
It was the first time in a long time someone told me they loved me
And I completely believed them
My heart was racing, my face was red
Nothing can replace feeling loved
I feel loved
Happy late Valentine's days!
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Theia Gwen
Yesterday wasn't the first time you said those three words
It's been twice now that you've mentioned the 'L' word
Once in a Christmas card,
And once you actually said it
Before leaving while I began tearing up
Choked by my feeling
And things I want to say
What was special about this time however
Was that I said it first
It's not the first time I used the word 'love' in relation to you
But I've only ever admitted I loved you in writing
Hidden away
To doubtful to say it outloud
I'm amazing at holding back
And letting moments pass me by
But you gave me faith enough to actually say those three words
Back to you
Had to clarify that the 'L' word was indeed love since my best friend, Nate is convinced that 'the big L word' is in fact either lesbians or lasagna. Gotta love him.
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Theia Gwen
My mother is one of those people
Who buys stupid things with trivial cliches on them
Needlepoint pillows with overused sayings
And there is a wooden sign hanging from the wall
She probably wasted at least 15 dollars on it
I pass by it every day
But only recently have I started thinking about it
It says,
"Home is the starting place of love and dreams."
Which I find ironic
Since this house that I live in is not a home
Which I realize is a cliche in itself
But it's true
This house comes with memories engrained
Of my mother yelling and screaming
Of me purging and crying
So where is my home?
Where is my "starting place of love and dreams?"
I've made a home in you
I want to memorize all of you
Count every single freckle on your face
And curl up beside you and leave my memories in your brain
Your arms wrapped around me is when I'm home
Your smile is my home,
Your laugh,
Your kindness,
Telling me the things my mother never meant
May be that's why even when I'm in my house
And we're not together
I can't stop thinking about my home
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