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Emily Von Shultz Nov 2010
I wanted to believe my love was enough
to rid you of your demons...
but even if it was a good idea,
it was never enough.

Let me
trace your collar bone with my finger,
and then let my finger move to your neck
and linger,
if only for a moment or two.

Let me
feel your shoulder blades
as they sharply cut out of your back,
and confess to me
all that you lack.

Let me
put my arms around you
one more time
and tell you that I love you.

Let me
take in
the colour of your skin.

Let me
count the days
I've wished for this.
I'd trade them all for you anyways.

Let me
kiss the scars,
wish them away on stars,
and send them out to sea.

Will you let me?
Emily Von Shultz Nov 2010
A flash of light,
Then a brilliant burst of colour,
And a deep amber of the most passionate hue,
Fell into waves,
And framed the brightest eyes of ocean blue.

A luminous face of olive-white,
Stared into my soul,
And filled my heart with delight.
Behind peach lips,
A smile reflected a smile,
As she outstretched her long arms,
In the most graceful style.

Her fragile hand turned a rotation,
Her fingers changing form,
Her other arm held above her head,
The breeze before the storm.

The girl from the other side of the camera was her.

Her final request:
One last picture.

She beckoned me near
And brushed my hair behind my ear.
Then, as if it were a sign,
She parted her lips,
And pressed them to mine.
Emily Von Shultz Nov 2010
I don't know what it is about you,
That brings me back,
Time and time again.
When we're together,
I can't tell where you end and I begin.

I am complete,
and you are complete,
but what are we when we meet?

Why is it that when I'm with you, time flies?
Perhaps it is because your rain
is deeper than all the oceans of the skies.

I just can't bring myself to let go of the ways,
In which we would spend our summer days,
Nervously touching lips for a while,
When you would look into my eyes and smile...
If only I could capture those moments,
I'd hold them in my hand, heart, and mind,
And there would be no missing pieces left to find.

I tried so hard.
I tried so ******* hard to work everything out,
but what am I left with?
An unheard scream, a sigh, a shout.

This shouldn't have happened to you,
but it did.
The visions you saw,
The voices you heard,
The things you hid.

I'll never forget you,
The way you were.
I promise you,
I will find the cure.
"Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
Emily Von Shultz Nov 2010
‘Twas upon a moonlit night in July,
That I saw thee long ago,
Thy silvery aura caught mine eyes,
With an enchanting full-orbed glow.

The flowing light from the fragrant beams,
(Though no wafting wind dared carry it,)
Scented the heavens,
And perfumed my dreams,
(Whilst every star failed to catch it.)

Silent siren songs,
Awakening me from my slumber,
Thy soul sung to me,
A smiling tune alike no other.

A pair of perfect lovers is what we are,
And silver and golden lights dance for me,
As I stand here to admire thee from afar.
Each to our respective titles we remain true,
And as the years pass,
Though the brilliance doth not fade,
I still love you.
I wrote this when I was 14 years old, before any real relationship experiences. I've always been a hopeless romantic and often daydreamed of someone who I would call my "Perfect Love." I wanted an honest relationship based upon respect, loyalty, and trust; a relationship free of jealousy and shame. Everyone told me that my expectations were too high and that things like that don't exist outside of fairytales. Years later, I have found my "Perfect Love."
Patrick Hanlon V, I wrote this before I met you, but you are the one I dreamed of all this time. This poem is dedicated to you, it always has been.
Emily Von Shultz Nov 2010
You lay there on my white cotton sheets,
your hair catching the evening glow.
Awake or asleep,
I guess I will never know.

I grabbed your hand,
brought it closer to my eyes,
and tried to understand
your soul's clever disguise.

I examined the lines on your palm,
traced your veins with my fingertips,
and felt your heart beating;
steady and calm.

I could feel each blood cell,
pounding in the tiny vessels under your skin.
I would spend forever here with you,
if you would only let me in.

If only I could be your blood,
be your life-source,
and feel what it's like to truly run through your heart,
even she wouldn't come between us,
and we wouldn't be torn apart.

I'll kiss you one last time on your wrist,
turn the light off,
and pretend I never had this thought.
I'll wait for the day when you run through my heart,
and this is what will shoot through my mind,
until the
very
last
shot.
From high school.
Emily Von Shultz Nov 2010
A precious gem that I once called mine,
Onyx that will never again shine.
Two emeralds never to blink,
Rubies never to speak.
The inclusive blind sedative of a heart,
A heart of gold stopped beating,
Drowned in a sapphire creek.

A silver spirit faded to gray,
I seem to have lost my precious gem today.

— The End —