I didn't mean to bother you.
I know you're busy.
And as it turns out,
I'm bad at apologies.
So here's a poem:

Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm also bad at rhyming,
So here's a Haiku:

Haiku's aren't easy.
So I'm having some trouble.
How about a song:

This is a song without music
So it's not very good
But you should know
That I'm sorry
Hey, Hey,
I'm sorry for bothering you
Hey, Hey,
Maybe I should try a Limerick instead:

There once was a guy named Dan
He had just eaten some ham
He tried to write stories
To say he was sorry
But everything he wrote was bland

Alright, so maybe the Limerick thing didn't work out either
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Hmmmmmmm
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Oh!  Oh!  How about an epic story!?
                                                         ­                                           (But you just said you were bad at those)
It was a dark and stormy night.
                                                        ­                                                                 ­          (Come on, that's lame)
SHUT UP, BRAIN.  I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS APOLOGY CUTE.
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Ahem
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So there we were, alone out on the battlefield.  A single hawk circled above.
"I don't know how much more of this heat I can take," you told me.
We continued walking when suddenly, a giant tiger with teeth as sharp as a knives jumped out in front of us!
"Why is there a tiger in this desert!" you screamed in horror.
"Don't question the plotline!" I yelled raising my sword.
The tiger leaped at me with all its might.
"I'll protect you, my dear!"
I dodged left; sword still at the ready.  The tiger turned around slowly, his dark eyes burning into my soul.  What could I possibly do to defeat this huge beast?  The tiger jumped again, but this time I was ready.  I ran at him and slid onto my knees.  As the tiger lept over me I thrusted my sword upwards into its stomach, killing it instantly.
We had survived the attack, went to find shelter, and lived happily ever after.  The End

Long story short:  I'm bad at saying sorry, I don't know what that story had to do with saying sorry, and I hope this made you laugh a little.  It certainly made me feel better writing it.

This Thanksgiving, I'm happy you're back in my life.  :)

Peace.

/DREAMSTART

I had the most amazing dream last night.
You and I.

You had come over to visit.
But it wasn't just any visit.
Turns out we were getting married soon.
I think it was arranged by our families.

That night we kissed.
We touched.
We laughed.
The sames images from when I writing last night.

I kissed your lips.
Your stomach.
Your sides.
It was beautiful.
You were beautiful.

But the next day you were unsure.
I was unsure.
"What if this doesn't work out?" you asked me.

Afternoon came around and you decided to leave.
I chased after you asking what was wrong.
You showed me a painting you made.
We were on opposite sides.
In the middle were two smaller pictures.
One was a row of multicolored houses,
And the other was pictures of kids.

You were afraid.
"What if this doesn't work?"
"What if we're away from each other?"
"What if..."

I stopped you.
I was scared too.
I didn't know what to expect.

You were in tears.
I pulled you close and stood silently for a bit.
And said the only thing I could think of.
"I will always love you,
I will always keep you safe,
And I will always be here."

/DREAMEND

The softness of your lips.
                                                                                                                                      The curve of your hips.
                                                                   Losing my grip.

Hair falls down.
                                                                                                                                      World turns round.
                                                                   You'll be found.

Women passing.
                                                                                                                                      Men massing.
                                                                   I'm crashing.

Falling deeper.
                                                                                                                                      Looking for a keeper.
                                                                   Prey to the Reaper.

Time flies.
                                                                                                                                      Everyone dies.
                                                                   Some will cry.
                                                                   Some will lie.
                                                                   Some will fly.

Love seems so hard to come by these days, doesn't it?
Others just push you away,
Or treat you like you're nothing.
Keep your head up, okay?

Time will always bring us down.
Often when we least expect it or want it.  But

Time also heals all wounds, or so they say.
Hopefully I can make that time come a little sooner,
Even if that time means forever.

So never stop loving and never stop believing.
Keep your eyes bright and your head strong.
You will always have people that love you.

I wish I could let you into my imagination;
Show you the Cloud Atals-eque story I've created.
Us meeting over and over again in different times and places.
You know me, I'm The Dreamer.

You told me not to apologize for what I feel.
And you told me how strong I am.
But little pieces of me still feel bad and still feel weak.
I suppose they always will; it is the quintessential human struggle.

But no matter how many of those little pieces there are,
You make me feel something I haven't felt in a long time.
It's that feeling of the warm sun on your skin.
It makes me feel like my scars don't matter anymore.

I know you're far away.
And I know you don't feel the same.
But right now, none of that matters.
I'm not going to feel anything different than what I feel now.

I'm not saying that I love you.
And I'm not saying I don't love you.
I'm saying you put a smile on my face and I want to return the favor.

You know you're the Beautiful Rose.
And while we may be planted in different gardens,
We're still rooted in the same earth.

I know that you'll read this.
Heck, I'm scared as hell to publish it.
But no one gets anywhere without a little courage.

Here's my Leap of Faith.
For the first time in my life,
I'm not going to change how I feel simply because someone doesn't feel the same way.

The cracks are forming.
And maybe with your help,
My walls may finally come down.

Will you help me?

Out of the blue, you came back
Under a sky of a million stars
Right when I needed someone
To pull me back up
Now I'm here
Each day gets a little easier
You keep me company when I feel alone

Tonight you're so far away, and
Here I am trying to unscramble my thoughts and feelings
It's certainly not easy
Separating the logic and emotion

Outgoing, funny, kind, smart...
Never enough words to describe
Every one true

It's hard for me put everything into words
So here are just a few

Feel how you want to feel
Others will try to hurt you, but don't let them
Remember how awesome you are

You only get one life
Obtain every goal you set and
Unearth every treasure you find

30 days.
720 hours.
43,200 minutes.
2,592,000 seconds.
I wonder how many more days I can go.
I miss your face, your laughter, your smile.
I'm afraid I won't see you again.
I'm afraid I won't see anyone again.
The days grow shorter and the nights linger longer.
There is only so much destruction a single soul can take, before it
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