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I don't know if I love her.
She is absent and unaware.
I have partially opened my heart.
Do I love something not even there?

I know that I love her.
She is present but unaware.
A keyhole divides where my heart is concerned.
I am in love and the world looks fair.

I know that I love her.
She is present and is somewhat aware.
Chances are my luck will turn better.
Does she know that I am someone who cares?

I know that I love her.
She is aware but makes no move.
Is my love creaking softly that she is unmindful?
Are there truths that I still have yet to prove?

I question myself if I still love her.
She remains heedless of what she knows.
I am knocking at the other side of a bolted door.
I will walk the path where only time flows.

My heart now knows what my brain knew first.
She is now gone and free from a passing rumor.
I still stand upon where I was to give my heart.
If only she had turned that second **** better.
Ever heard the song 'Love is an open door'? If you watched 'Frozen' then you probably would. This poem was pretty much similar to that. Though I wrote this way before 'Frozen' even aired, I still feel amazed of the resemblance.
Love can sometimes be like a door. Even when a door is closed, beyond that we can still hear whats going on behind it, meaning, we can still have a connection to what's behind a closed door. Love can be invisible, but still present all together. It can come slowly in the form of a crush. A small attraction can then lead to a greater emotion until we realize that were already in love. But a door can shut back the same way they can be opened up. And wind-winds of fate-can as easily close them again once they are opened. But there isn't only one door that exists in our world. Many others could appear in the most unexpected corners within the residence of our lives. We just have to be patient and take the time to look for them.
Opening and closing doors is normal. Doors with locks though, can take a little more effort.
 Oct 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
Cathyy
I wrote a book..
But it's half a page,
I wrote a poem
But all it really says is;
'I'm in love'

But i won't say a word..
I'll just write words down,
I'm close to keeping you
In my life for a little longer now

And its gonna be the last day I'm 16,
Its gonna be the best night of my life
Cause if its gonna be the last day I'm 16,
I want your taste of what true lust is, so just close your eyes

And i will.. I'll make it hot,
As the bass drops,
I'll play a song that makes your heart stop, as i lean in..

Cause theres something about you..
Theres just something about you
And i know i can't lose you,
If you're someone else's to lose..
But there's something about us
That leaves me breathless and confused
Theres something about the way i know you want me too

I'll make it hot,
cause this could be love..
I wanna kiss you bad but you make my heart stop..
And now i give in

Cause there's so much to lose,
You're so beautiful..
And theres so much to lose
When you're the one I'm pouring my heart to
So don't spill my heart's ink,
Cause theres still one more last thing
Left to say,
Won't you tell me that I'm pretty..
Or tell me you can't love me
But you'll kiss me anyway..
Thank you so much for all the responses on that last poem i wrote, here's a bit more of a passionate one ;)
Her feet bled mist.
As shes apocalyptic-
Walking--

When people wilt.
She can't help,
But watch.

The tears half-trip
Downwards; stumbling-
Storms

And a second,
A moment--
A century



Too late she'd gone.

Whiskers lay silent,
In places that
Couldn't be reached.


Onyx fell-
It never said
Goodbye-or-hello

For this ink sowed-
A-seed-inside-
Hymn hearts--
And waited.


She's catastrophic--
Stillness,

Leaning on glazed
Eyes I watch,
And fall asleep.
that the blackness in my heart, pours out of my voice when I speak.
That it was like an ink, that could bury the room so fast that the doors would all simply disappear.

Ironic that I never had this before I met you.
the thunder talks to me
and tells me to be afraid
of it's glory
and power
and boom.
it tells me that if I don't want to see the lightning,
then I must close the windows and draw the shades
and turn my back.
The thunder sounds
even when there is no storm.
the thunder is always there within my heart,
warning me of the lightning,
telling me
to close my eyes
cover my ears
stay inside
and stay afraid.
always.
We are the calm,
And the great leafy greens.
We are the mountains,
The rivers, lakes, streams.

We are the booming,
And towers of steel.
We are concrete and glass,
We're the human ideal.

We're the source of life,
That sustains the earth.
We are creation,
Life, death, and birth.

We are advancement.
Technology and science.
Our knowledge will increase,
We'll stand in defiance.

We are your wonder,
Your mystery and mind.
We're the question you ask,
and the answer you find.

We are our own!
And you're in the way.
We'll remake this earth,
And leave you to decay.

You miserable fools!
You've ruined us all!
We're your foundation.
Now with us you must fall.

There's only one earth,
For everyone here.
So take care of her,
Before we ALL disappear.
I'm usually not an environmentalist,  that's just how this turned out.
 Sep 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
Kataleya
Meet me at the horizon
Where the sky meets the earth.
Two bodies burning with the sun,
One eternal love rebirth.
 Sep 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
Sully
I'd pull a pratfall just to keep that smile wide and real
I'd pull my somersaults and dance a brilliant fever frenzy
I'd grab those carol bells and shake them in a brilliant peal
And no not anything you'd ever do could possibly offend me

I'll tell you stories, curl your toes with all delight or fright
I'll run through tall grass, hauling string behind to raise your kite
I'm in your thrall, I'll beg and crawl, and caterwaul
If I should think I've come ever so near to dealing you a sleight

I'll pull a pratfall
Because I'd rather be loved as a fool
Than not be loved at all.
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