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Eliza Jane Nov 2012
sorrow is no excuse,

for kissing necks and prolonged embraces,

sorrow cannot be a vice used to manipulate,

it is an emotion,

nothing more.

you are the one making the choice to elaborate.
Eliza Jane Nov 2012
If we lived closer,
Would you hold me tight?
If it was only an few hours of flight,
Would you meet me at the airport?
If I told you I loved you,
Would you say you loved me too?
Distance has ruined us,
It makes my heart ache.
Eliza Jane Oct 2012
You sat me down,
At the edge of the street, where the road meets the dirt, and,
You told me you were in love with someone else.

"I am in love with the sunsets, it feels like He has made it just for me.
I am in love with the summer breeze and the way it grazes my shoulders. I am in love with the freckles that come and go on my nose.
I am in love with the warm road after last light, the sound of the ducks landing in the river, the icy dam water biting my skin, the piano riff of my favourite song, bare feet being burnt on toasted sidewalks,
I am in love with the trees dancing.
"
A VERY late night poem...it seems that the world wants us to be in love with someone, something, and so I think I've chosen.
Eliza Jane Oct 2012
...It's the sensation your heart feels after watching an old film,
That lingering emptiness and intense nostalgia for the 'simpler days.'
The desire to have your personal 1940s Film Noir lover,
Or to have a love story worthy of an art-house vintage film.
Longing for someone to dance with you , slowly and gently,
When God has promised you a man of faith,
You also pray that
He is also,
A gentleman...
it's been a while, but finally, a poem.
Eliza Jane Sep 2012
I believe I slipped up today,
Showed you how I feel,
After living and hiding sentiments,
It was inevitable.

What let you know?
The blush,
Giggle,
Tripping over my shoes when I look at you?

At least you know now.
Eliza Jane Aug 2012
Angel up against the wall,
Small quiet soul in a room of noise,
Bass rocking the walls around,
Watching others:
Cringe,
Smirk,
Cry.
Wishing for a knight to grab her hand,
To speak of Holy Pilgrim's Kiss,
A wait that is an eternity,
A wait well worth it.
I was at a party on Friday night, wearing Angel wings, and it gave me an idea for a poem.
Eliza Jane Aug 2012
If we could go back in time,
Would we chide or former selves?
What would we say?
Would we beg each other to go slowly, wait a while?
IF I could go back,
I would plead for patience,
Enforce boundaries,
Smash up insecurities.

We can't go back,
We can learn
We can hold others hands,
Alas, we can't stop them from making our mistakes,
But we can love them anyways.
thinking about this stuff a lot
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