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Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
"I love you."

Their true feelings spoken, There's something to be said,
To share their feelings - they're no longer weak.
As they lay there in bed.
As they lay there unafraid to speak.

They can't see their future without one another.
A deep a relationship, they are almost there.
Emotions still roar like thunder.
Hopes and Dreams, they now share.

Not just sleeping together, but Making love.
They hide no secrets, Tell no lies.
Each other - They're proud of.
Arguments now lead to Compromise.

It's their first time.
Emotions take over.
Touching, Kissing, Feeling,
Passion - the wait is over.

Their feelings for each other, yet again, grow.
Every one gets along fine.
Questions, Answers, Conversations flow.
Nervous - Meeting the family for the first time.

He says he wants to be more serious - She agrees.
Relationship is stronger.
Arguments forgiven.

Would we happy with each other?
What we have, is this right?
Frustrated with each other.
First fight.

He is lost in her beauty.
Many Dates passed, the first now a memory.
Dates and Dinners, Drinks and Movies.
Date two, Date three.

The first kiss - He gave her.*
A memorable night.
Both on their best behaviour.
A romantic dinner over candlelight.

No hesitation shown.
Arranged first date - No-one stalled.
Spoke for the first time on the phone.
Nervous -  Dialling their number, *first call.


Exciting emotions unlocked.
The start of a relation.
Numbers swapped.
Shared a conversation.

**"Hello, Nice to meet you!"
Backwards Love.      ***READ POEM BACKWARDS***

ALSO READ BELOW:

A story told backwards, A poem written backwards. I started from the bottom to the top. From " Hello, Nice to meet you!" all the way to "I love you"

This poem can be read 4 ways:
1) From top to bottom.
2) From bottom to top. (backwards)
3) Read only the sentences in bold, from top to bottom, and of course,
4) Read only the sentences in bold, from bottom to top.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The name that came to mind for this poem, is 'Backwards Love', since writing this love story backwards was my intention. Though because it can be read four ways, I also thought of the title 'Love - Four ways'. What do you think?


              

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Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Wake.
Shower.
Eat.
In the car.
Find a seat.
On the train.
At work.
Make a sale.
Tuck in your shirt.
Eat.
Drink.
Laugh.
Stop - No time for games.
Make a sale.
Again.
And again.
Belittled.
Not recognised.
Meet your targets.
Don't get fired.
Work after work - No pay.
At the station.
Back on the train.
Find a seat .
None found - Must stand.
What's that smell.
Feeling cramped.
At your Destination.
Back in the car.
Meet every red light.
Home feels so far.
Finely there.
Eat. Shower. Sleep.
**Life is not fair.
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Why am I here?
What is there to complete?
Is there some kind of mission?
Must I compete?

What is my life meant to compromise of?
This can't be it.
Born empty handed.
Naked - No start-up kit.

Find yourself they say.
Where do I begin?
A life full of tempters,
Though no tolerance for sin.

"Come one, Come all!" they shout,
Promising excitement.
A step into a shade of grey,
An unknown world of enticement.

A life full of tempters,
Though no room for sin.
Find yourself they say.
**Where do I begin?
These days I have more flashbacks
Than I do reality
I wish the past would just sit back
And leave this poor boy be

But the past it holds more flavor
Than a stick of chewing gum
When it comes to what I savor
Babe your still the one

All I dream is you and me
Heart struck that youre gone
Forever my love I hoped you see
You are my transcendent song

The places we used to visit
A time when our hearts flourished
When the skies were our only limit
Beautiful times we cherished

Never knowing where we will end
Just a bunch of mysteries
For time to us we thought would bend
And now I have just memories

But as they say all things come to an end
And come to an end they must
For what we once held together
Are now ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Thank you to Mike for this amazing collab experience :)
White Blank Canvas
Thoughts Flooded With Void
An Empty Madness
Drained And Annoyed

Lost For Creation
Searching, Searching
**** This Frustration
Where Are You Hiding

Please End This Game
You Win, Come Out
Arc Up, Take Aim
Let The World Hear Your Shout
How I feel when my imagination shuts down. :|
  Apr 2014 Kaye B Anderson
Mehar Bawa
And when I look into the mirror she looks away
I've lost her,I lost her when I was silent,
I lost her when they made me the prey
She left me and I started caring no more.
Maybe I don't even know her any more


She was the girl who cared for everyone
The heaven lost,the devil won.
I can't drown my demons they know how to swim.
Her demons, how did she even trim?


Without her I'm dead but I'm alive.
I probably lost half of her when I was just five.
Where is she? Where is the real me?
My eyes are blind I just can't see.


I remember there was nothing that made her fear.
They used her like a paper and made a tear.
I can't find her but I want her back.
Ha! The real me? They threw her out in a sack!
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